Hello again, blog!

It's 6:37 (it will change in a bit, but I'm sticking with this time) and I'm waiting for friends to drop by in my favorite hangout, Starbucks. After a very long week, I just feel so tired, so exhausted. Imagine spending almost the entire day in the office trying so hard to meet deadlines, waiting for my uncle after office, some nights drinking until the wee hours of the morning. It's Friday, and thank God, I have nothing much to do tonight but have a quiet time with friends.

Speaking of friends, I would like to introduce you to a friend of mine who just happened to drop by. His name is Jovy (well, I'd prefer to call him that), a 79-year-old chap who lives in San Francisco who just happens to like to stay in the Philippines more than in the US. He is a Filipino and he went there during his late teens after his family was given a chance to live there. His father helped the Americans during the second world war.

Being with Jovy is like being in a page of Tuesdays with Morrie. He would tell us stories of his youth, of how life was in wartime Tondo, his late wife and the San Francisco earthquake a couple of decades back, or his friends back in San Francisco and so much more. It is always welcome break to be chatting with this guy, sometimes sharing funny antics, with a few curses here and there. Well, right this very moment, he is telling me stories about his trip to Hong Kong and how amazed he was with Victoria Peak. The funny thing is, I can still manage to type this blog while looking him straight in the eye, listening to his stories. Now, that's journalism in action!

 

My Best Friends

Meet some (wala akong digital photos ng iba) of my best friends (some best-er, some best-est--who they are is your guess).

Somewhere ... somehow ...

In a few hours from now, I'll be heading of for a place far north. It will be my first time to drive to that said destination---Subic Bay Freeport to be exact. The thing is, I really don't know how to get there. I will be merely trusting my instincts to find out where to go.

 

Yup, I have trusted my instincts a number of times before, and yes, it has always brought me to where I wanted to go---all the time! The only times that my instincts fail me is when I am gambling.

 

So later, I will merely be trusting my gut feel. I know I will get to my destination ... somehow!

Beach Bum

So I celebrated my birthday last Saturday without my family. Sad, but true. I just couldn't pass up on a good opportunity to go to the beach at this time of the year when the sun is scorching HOT, HOT, HOT! Besides, I am with some of my best friends (my other best friends are school buddies)--the next best thing to family. And it was definitely a birthday weekend to remember.

We got there relatively early and, after walking around the area, I decided to take my first dip. The waves were crashing like hell and I got washed to shore. My friends were chuckling their hearts out as I checked if my contacts were still on. People around there watched in shock as they thought I got dizzy or something. A second wave had me tumbling and rolling under water, making my friends chuckle more and the people around them more concerned.

I have lots more to tell. I will be updating this later. Now, I have a kiddie party to go to. Until later!

Enough of that!

Okay, so I am once again your resident jerk. To those whom I consistently blog, my sincerest apologies. It's just that you make me life so colorful and meaningful. And that's you, anonymous!

But enough of that. It's time to refocus my energy on the lighter side of life. From now on, no more writing about sentiments, about friends, about my life in general. Except, of course, in cases where there is a dire need to write about me.

Beginning today, I'll be writing about life's comedy of errors.

I was with a friend yesterday and she told us a story about her household help.

"I was going to a wedding sometime ago and I asked my maid to call a local hair salon for me -- Jun Encarnacion. I told her, 'Could you call up Jun Encarnacion for me. The number is listed in the directory,'" she recounted.

"She came back and told me she couldn't find it! I asked for the directory and asked her where she looked."

"'Isn't it under N for Encarnacion?'" the maid quipped.

My friend almost threw the directory at her in surprise and amusement. At least she made an effort. A for effort (read: ay-fort)?

The Rain After the Rainbow

People say that all good things must come to an end. In fact, if you think about it technically, all things, no matter if it's good or bad, must really come to an end. Happiness, just like a rainbow, ends abruptly, just like that. Think about the last time you were happy. How fast did it fade? Or did it fade at all or just instantaneously disappeared? How many time has tragedy replaced bliss? Does it always follow that there is rain after a rainbow has appeared?

Contrary to what many people say, life is really a rain after the rainbow thing. Who ever said that there's a rainbow always after the rain? Not in our lives, I don't think so. It's more of like the calm before the storm. Only, what we do feel are momentary blissful episodes followed by a period of tragedy, remorse, guilt or what have you.

I just came back from a weekend trip to a city far south of where I live. I was with some friends and we talked "business." I should say that it was a good trip. It was one of the more memorable local trips I have had for as long as I could remember.

Fast forward to today. A friend got angry at me. A former MBA classmate forgot who I was totally and even asked me if he knows me (now tell me, am I really that forgettable?). And to think it was just two days ago when I had the greatest ride of my life this month. And now, I'm back to the rain, the storm, the tumultuous sea that is life. And the worst thing about today: I am continuously craving for chocolates despite the fact that I'm on a diet. Why do you always crave for something that is not given to you or that you don't have? I guess that merits another blog entry.

Anyway, I promised myself not to be oversly sensitive this year. Who cares if people get mad at me? Who cares if someone forgets my name? No one! And that's just the way it is in this world. Sheesh! I should get a life (thanks to anonymous for this)!

And now, I'm off to search for that next calm. I am once again starting that quest for the next rainbow in my life. Damn. I hate rainbows.

Stag

I've never been to a stag party before. Nor have I been invited to one.

Yesterday, my friends/badminton buddies were talking about the stag party they held last week for one of our badminton buddies who is getting married this Friday. If only I knew they were coming up with one, I should have insisted on going.

Quite surprisingly, after feeling a little left-out, I was immediately swept back to reality that I have my goals this year, and being too sentimental about things is definitely not one of them. Cool. I just succeeded in psyching myself that there will always be other chances. Besides, I could always throw myself a stag party anytime I want to. It will just be me, with all the perks of a stag party all to myself!

I am a stag, anyway, and I deserve to party!

Miss Flor

Miss Flor is our household help. She is married and has three kids so there is no hint of infatuation from my side. She is just so funny that her antics deserve a blog entry of its own.

I remember sometime last year when my brothers and me were singing karaoke. She happened to pass by with her broom and listened in awe as we outbelted each other. As my youngest brother ended his song, she commented, "Nice voice! But you need to furlong your notes to make it better." My brothers and me looked at each other in utter amusement. Of course, furlonging it would prolong the beautiful melody, hence the song as well.

And then there was a time when we wanted to go the mall. She told my mother not to go there. "There are so many people in the mall today. There is a sales." And sales would be the year-end sale of the mall to dispose of its holiday apparels.

Yesterday, while doing the grocery, I asked her to get some apples from the fruit section. Normally, a person would get a clear plastic bag from a rack and fill it with apples. The person should then hand the bag over to a grocery personnel to have the bag weighed and stickered with a bar code. As I approached Miss Flor, I noticed that the apples were scattered all over the grocery cart. I asked her why the apples were not in a bag. She told me that they looked for a bag of apples and found none. As you know, the apples were not pre-packed and she was looking for the pre-packed ones. I told her that it needs to be stickered with a bar code. She replied that it already has a sticker, pointing at the label of the apple. I almost dropped the apples because I really wanted to laugh and roll on the floor.

She has a lot more antics but I left them in my Alzheimer's bank. She is really a comic relief and provides the family with a de-stressor every now and then. And that, my friends, is why Miss Flor deserves a space in this blog site.

Reflections

Long time no blog once again. It has been about two weeks since I last visited this site.

Anyways, happy new year to you, Cerebro! I guess there is no better time to do some reflections on the past year than now. It was indeed a crazy year for me and for the people around me.

On Sentimentalities

The past year has been an emotional roller coaster for me. A lot of sensitivities were sparked inside due to some outside forces. I had a lot of sensitivity issues with friends, with my best friends, with family members and with classmates. It had been hard, trying to control the angst and the feelings of deprivation and rejection. It was so hard that all of those just got loose. Never mind who was at fault, although I must admit that all those bad days were spurred by my insecurities, I just had to vent it out, making me the most transparent person this side of town.

I lost a friend and almost lost one of my best friends somewhere along the way (nope, it wasn't registered in this blog. It happened long before this blog was created). It was a good thing that new relationships were formed and new friendships were established.

On Travels

One of the greatest things that happened to me last year was the opportunity for me to travel to Australia. I got a chance to spend some time with one of my best cousins and a few of my best friends in the land down under. I was also able to visit a southern beach in the country, the world-famous Boracay. It was truly a stormy experience, that beach trip.

On the other hand, there were some trips that I planned on going to but did not materialize. I wanted so much to go to Hong Kong with my best buds. In fact, we were planning it as early as January of 2004. They pushed through with it, I got left behind. Where are your financial rainfalls when you need them?

And then, there was this supposed trip to Thailand just before Christmas. It would have been the perfect opportunity for me to see Phuket in its grandeur. Now, all that is left are remnants of a very wet and submerged graveyard. And truly, I am very thankful that the problems I had last year didn't end up as horrifying as the ordeals of the victims of the tsunami. May their souls rest in peace.

On Weight Loss

I guess one of the greatest achievements I had last year was my significant weight loss. After painstakingly losing about 80 pounds in a span of a year, I was able to reap the physical benefits of the feat during the holiday season. Relatives who only saw me during the holidays were quite surprised by the changed. All I could tell them was, "I'm on drugs!"

As of today, I am still overweight by 10 to 15 pounds. I have an entire year to lose it, though. Slowly but surely.

Resolutions

I don't really believe in resolutions. If it happens, it happens, I say. I do, however, have goals for this year. I intend to travel abroad at least once this year. Hopefully, I could travel abroad more. I also intend to lose 20 pounds more, just to be on the safe side. Hello Home TV Shopping!

I also would like to strive hard to minimize my sentimentalities and being too emotional to a bare minimum. Who would want to lose best friends? I also would like to spend more time with my family, although I have yet to figure out how I can do this.

Financially, I would like to be able to save my first hundred grand, or even my first million. The first is just a stone-throw away. The latter, a shot at the moon. Who knows? I might win the lottery one of these days (wish*wish).

But I guess my greatest goal is to be able to finish my MBA and migrate to Australia either latter part of this year or early next year. My goal is to fix all my papers before the year ends.

And to you, anonymous, it will be another year of intriguing comments for me! My goal would not be to please you but rather generate interesting comments from you.... from all of you (wink*wink).

Here's to another year of blogging!

The Bus Ride

It's been quite a while since I last entered this site. Actually, it's been almost a month. Not that nothing has been happening to me. It's probably something more of being too busy during the pre-holiday season. Add to that the trauma I received from comments I got from my previous blogs, both within the site and personally.

Frankly, it was one hell of a joyride for me, to see the multiple anonymous comments battling it out like foes in the Jerry Springer show. But for a friend not talking to me after reading my blog is another thing. And that is what made the whole blogging thing traumatic.

On to my story.

Last Monday, I came in to work wearing formal office slacks and a brown shirt. I was wearing my pants too high that one of my friends approached me, handed me a CD case that very much looked like a Bible case, and told me to open the plastic bag I was holding. And then one of them told me to ask for donations as I looked very much like a preacher from another religious sect asking for donations for the church inside a moving bus. "Peace be with you all," I should have said.

After that, I became known to myself as Pastor Don.

Yesterday, I wore a similar get up, that is, high-waisted office pants (black) and a collared shirt. Add to that a pair of black shoes with un-matching white socks. I tell you, it is sooooo Michael Jackson. I wasn't aware that I was wearing white socks until after I reached the office, until someone mentioned it to me! Sheesh!

After playing a very rough game of badminton, I boarded a bus going home. I was really expecting to see a preacher, after so many years of not seeing one, doing his thing in the bus. So there I was, patiently observing the people around me. In front of me were two homosexuals. They weren't together, though. One was a lesbian, the other a gay guy. I thought, "A bus could really hold a diverse mixture of cultures and people." Beside me were a couple groping at each other. Talk about intimacy and privacy!

And then, as we were about to reach our destination, what do I notice? A guy with a back pack handing out envelopes to people! I don't know if it was mere coincidence or fate. He was not the traditional preacher. In fact, he wasn't a preacher at all. He was a representative of some organization for the disabled. I was just in utter amazement at the fact that I came very close to meeting a preacher once again. And what did he do to convince people to give him some donations? He had a small tambourine and he played it while singing some off-tune Christmas carols!

Had I not been too tired last night, I would have stood up, opened a plastic bag and passed it around. I would have begun my new career in spreading the Word of God.

"Brothers and sisters, the end is near. Have you ever thought about where you would want to be in the after life.....? Giving is much better than receiving.... In giving do we receive graces not on earth but on the after life...."

"So please, empty your wallets and donate to my church.... this is a stick-up!"

The Corporate Ghost(s)

Ghost - a disembodied soul; especially : the soul of a dead person believed to be an inhabitant of the unseen world or to appear to the living in bodily likeness. - Merriam-Webster Online

In the corporate world, there are a lot of ghosts roaming around. These are people who carry with them things of the past: ideologies, things, people... The corporate beings find it hard to move on and accept the changes that are facing them.

Just like ghosts. They say that ghosts are here because they haven't moved on to the next dimension. Either they died of a traumatic death, they haven't fulfilled their mission, or they haven't accepted the fact that they are already dead. Think about the movie Ghost.

Here in the office (we currently moved in), which remained uninhabited for two years or so until last week, I, among a few others, personally saw a physical manifestation of a ghost in its truest sense. I know that someone Anonymous will comment that I am probably just imagining things, that it is a result of my fanciful mind.

Well, let me tell you this. I am not the only one who saw it. And all of us who saw it recounted very similar sightings. It is of a man, probably in his mid-adult stage, wearing a white, long-sleeved shirt, sitting on one of the sofas in the reception area. Even the receptionist saw it a few times, not just once.

And there is also the story of the Accounting personnel who, aside from the man in white sitting in the reception area, saw a silhouette of a man (making him appear wearing black) walking to and fro the hallway.

Another accounting personnel recounted how she heard knockings inside her manager's office while working overtime and seeing someone inside in her peripheral vision. She merely shruuged it off, fearful of what she might actually see.

And then there is the IT personnel, who made sure that the door to the IT room was closed before she went to the other department to fetch someone. Upon passing by the IT room, she noticed that the door was now open.

Finally, the story of one of our artists, although not as significant as the other manifestations, felt someone walking past by him while he was washing his face in the Men's Room.

This is very much post-Halloween, but it happened to us. People may not believe it, especially the sceptics. But I believe what I believe. I know what I saw. I have seen a lot of corporate ghosts before, I'm probably one of them, but all were merely metaphorical corporate ghosts.

This time, they're real.

Categorically Imperative

A few posts ago, there was an anonymous comment who dissed my personality and the things that happen in my life. Someone, thank heavens, came to my defense. Her name? Categorically Imperative.

Contrary to what the anonymous comment said in the previous post, she is no slut. In fact, she is one of the most intelligent people I know. Yes, she is adventurous, but she has her limitations when it comes to exploring the unexplored. She knows her boundaries.

Categorically Imperative has been, for several years now, been a good friend to me and to our other classmates in the graduate school of business. She has shared with us bits and pieces of her life that she treasures most. She is one of the very few people I would call a true person, who shares her mind on just about anything and everything under the sun. She is the epitome of the woman of today.

So here's to you, Categorically Imperative. Thanks for being a good friend (one of the best I've had in graduate school).

To the bitter anonymous...

It's saddening to note how some people see my accounts for the day as a form of idolitry, or stalking, or an uncertainty of gender. I recently got a comment (see previous post) that goes as follows:

"if i were The Best Friend (or the wife of The Best Friend), either i'll be totally annoyed or i'll be really scared. the way you idolize him borders on stalking. & to brag about it on your diary? man, that's scary! or downright gay... hmmm... and why the heck would you need or wait for your family's invitation to join your family's vacation? that's soooo loser talk."

I just can't imagine how writing about what happened to me and the reasons for such happenings can be tagged as stalking or idolizing a person. I have lots of best friends. They are the select few who have been with me through the tough times. It just so happens that I have, by far, connected the most with The Best Friend. I just write it as such to identify the person among the rest, no idolitry or stalking intended. And the gender issue... well, it's just plain bull.

I didn't brag. I just wrote.

And, it was not a family trip. It was just my parents and my little sister. I just wanted to go to the province myself. My other brothers were here with me in the city as well.

So to you, anonymous, this one's for you. This is a blog that's dedicated for your effort to dis my blog and me. I am supposing you are one of my best friends. Don't worry, you still are. Despite our differences, amidst our opposing points of view, you will always be one of my best friends. My life, after all, would lose its color without a best friend like you.

Sleeping in the Office

I got to spend 2 straight nights in the office recently. We transferred buildings, you see. I volunteered to help out, but my best friend was spending the night, so I figured to spend the night there (here) as well. He might need some assistance.

It is quite funny to spend around 23 hours or so in the office (I had to get out about an hour or so each day to go to the gym or to get something to eat). I never imagined myself to be doing so. But it was a welcome thing for me because I got to bond with The Best Friend.

Notice how I wasn't able to post in such a long time? Well, all our servers were down during the entire weekend and the holiday Monday. I am still here in the office with The Best Friend and the wife of The Best Friend (who also happens to be one of my best friends) setting up some PCs and doing whatever we can to be able to officially start work tomorrow.

I am just resting, that's why I got to squeeze in this blog.

I haven't seen my parents for a long time. I won't be able to see them tonight as well, I'm afraid. They would probably be fast asleep when I arrive. I went home yesterday and the other night but they went to some provincial district that my grandmother calls home. I wanted to go with them, but they never invited me.

I guess, I will have to get used to those kinds of things, my family leaving me behind, I mean. Sooner or later, I will have to leave them as well to settle down and have a family of my own. But at the rate I am going, I guess I'll be the last one among us siblings to get settled down.

I need to get back to work now. There are still a number of PCs to set up. The Best Friend beckons! Ciao!

That's Weird!

I came up with two blogs recently, and, realizing they were very negative blogs, decided to delete them. I figured my friends would get very angry at me with those entries.

Apparently, my friends were able to get a glimpse of my feelings of frustrations and loneliness that night. Even my best friend read it! My best friend who never reads my blog (or so he says)! I wonder why. I really find it weird.

Very weird!

Trick or Treating

It has been my personal tradition to go Trick or Treat every year with my sister at a posh village south of the Metro.

Three years ago, I just accompanied her with several of my kid cousins doing the rounds inside the village. I, myself, had a loot bag of my own. It was fun. It was the same two years ago when we visited several of those houses with their huge Halloween displays and mini House of Horrors.

Last year, it was more memorable, I suppose. I got to dress up in a scary costume and join my sister, who dressed up as Sadako of The Ring. She was spectacular in that costume, so realistic. People even posed for pictures with her. As for me, I was a dead person who died getting run over by a ten-wheeler truck. Well, because I was sweaty, the foundation wore off just as I boarded the car going to the village. I ended up looking like a faggot wearing lipstick.... a faggot who doesn't know how to apply lipstick very well because it is smeared around my mouth and just a little above my chin. I couldn't be a clown because I didn't have anything on my eyes and my cheeks.

I believe the costume was very much alright despite the draw back. At least, I got to be dressed up as something other than me, although unintentionally--a freaking idiotic faggot. Bah! Who cares? At least I got more candy than I did two or three years ago!

This year, I was very much looking forward to making the rounds again! In fact, I had a costume planned out. I would be going as Count Dracula! Yep, I know it is the lamest thing that someone could think of going as. But I firmly believe that I could be the sleekest Count Dracula you would be seeing this side of town. However, my sister was hesitant to go. For one, she--according to her-- is too old for such child's play. Second, she is sick. I counted on my friends who would be bringing their "adopted" kid brother along. They, however, weren't able to send me an SMS. They had to be elsewhere that day.

I was so frustrated by the idea that I would end up trick or treating alone, I decided to hit the mall with a few friends. I didn't even bother to don a costume. In the mall, I saw children walking in and out of the shops. They were Trick or Treating!

I mustered enough courage and walked in a shop. I fell in line and I proudly said, "Trick or Treat!" They asked me what I was dressed as. I told them that I was a kid dressed up as an adult! And for that, they gave me two lollies and some chewy candy! Not bad for a kid trapped in an adult's body!

Happy halloween to all of you!

Trick or Treating

It has been my personal tradition to go Trick or Treat every year with my sister at a posh village south of the Metro.

Three years ago, I just accompanied her with several of my kid cousins doing the rounds inside the village. I, myself, had a loot bag of my own. It was fun. It was the same two years ago when we visited several of those houses with their huge Halloween displays and mini House of Horrors.

Last year, it was more memorable, I suppose. I got to dress up in a scary costume and join my sister, who dressed up as Sadako of The Ring. She was spectacular in that costume, so realistic. People even posed for pictures with her. As for me, I was a dead person who died getting run over by a ten-wheeler truck. Well, because I was sweaty, the foundation wore off just as I boarded the car going to the village. I ended up looking like a faggot wearing lipstick.... a faggot who doesn't know how to apply lipstick very well because it is smeared around my mouth and just a little above my chin. I couldn't be a clown because I didn't have anything on my eyes and my cheeks.

I believe the costume was very much alright despite the draw back. At least, I got to be dressed up as something other than me, although unintentionally--a freaking idiotic faggot. Bah! Who cares? At least I got more candy than I did two or three years ago!

This year, I was very much looking forward to making the rounds again! In fact, I had a costume planned out. I would be going as Count Dracula! Yep, I know it is the lamest thing that someone could think of going as. But I firmly believe that I could be the sleekest Count Dracula you would be seeing this side of town. However, my sister was hesitant to go. For one, she--according to her-- is too old for such child's play. Second, she is sick. I counted on my friends who would be bringing their "adopted" kid brother along. They, however, weren't able to send me an SMS. They had to be elsewhere that day.

I was so frustrated by the idea that I would end up trick or treating alone, I decided to hit the mall with a few friends. I didn't even bother to don a costume. In the mall, I saw children walking in and out of the shops. They were Trick or Treating!

I mustered enough courage and walked in a shop. I fell in line and I proudly said, "Trick or Treat!" They asked me what I was dressed as. I told them that I was a kid dressed up as an adult! And for that, they gave me two lollies and some chewy candy! Not bad for a kid trapped in an adult's body!

Happy halloween to all of you!

Random Thought

If you were called a brainless idiot, would you be suffering from brain freeze?

Fighting Fire With....

...Construction workers. Yup, very un-stereotypical. It's like answering the question "how many people does it take to change a lightbulb?" (I don't quite see the similarities of the incident and the cliche, but I have this feeling that they are very much similar.) How? Why? Shouldn't it be the job of the "Brave Men of Ladder 49?"

I woke up at 4 a.m. and got hold of my towel for a morning shower. I wasn't quite sure why I woke up that early without bothering to look at the time piece. All I can recall was my brother waking me up, telling me to do so. As I neared the bathroom, I realized that I was shook off my bed for a different reason. There was an emergency.

Throwing my towel on th bedroom floor, I rushed upstairs to see what the problem was. And then, before anyone could answer, I heard firecrackers.... or were they gunshots? So again, I asked what the problem was. Apparently, during the night, an overhead powerline just in front of the house beside us broke, exposing a live wire in the process--a live wire that immediately caught fire.

My father went outside to look into it, as did my brothers and me, and several of our neighbors. It was New Year's Eve in a cold October dawn! The sparks created by two strands of wire touching each other provided a luminosity of a floodlight and a bang comparable to firecrackers (think Judas' belt). I rushed inside to call for emergency, while my brother switched off the main power source in the house. Leaving them on would put our house in more risk if and when the fire reaches the main cable.

I called the fire department and they informed me that it was not in their jurisdiction to put off flames caused by electrical wirings! So, does this mean that there are several kinds of firefighters? Hmmmm..... There's one for big flames, one for those caused by candles, one for putting out the flame of a match stick... etc, but none for a flaming live wire. So they told me to call up the local electricity provider.

For 30 minutes or so, I called them thrice just to follow up on when they could--ASAP--send someone over to fix the problem. If the fire reaches the main cable, which, based on my estimate, would take about 20 minutes, the whole street would be engulfed in flames. My father, realizing that desperate times call for desperate moves, commissioned my brother to get sand, and together, threw sand at the live wire. Great idea, although the flaming wire was way beyond their reach, nor the reach of the sand thrown. They were successful, though, in coming up with a sand rain.

It was a good thing that several construction workers were working on a house two houses away from us. My father asked for their help and they immediately got hold of three long slabs of wood. They managed to separate the two wires whose contact with each other were causing sparks and fire. The other one put off the flame by pressing against one of the slabs with his slab. It was also fortunate that there was an electrician on hand to cover the loose ends with electrical tape.

We were all relieved by this turn of events that each of us slowly went back inside our house. At this point, when everything was already alright, the electricity company's lineman came.

Now that's what I call fast reaction to an emergency situation. What has this country gone to? I really don't understand how one country, capable of coming up with the brightest of ideas, be so lagging in technology. A central company could have immediately directed the call to all relevant departments and dispatched someone close to the scene immediately.

So how do you fight fire the next time you encounter one? Don't call emergency hotline numbers as it will only prove futile. Rely on yourself and probably a handful of neighbors to think instinctively on what to do. Rely on construction workers.

How many construction workers does it take to put off a fire? Three. Just make sure to have my dad these to instruct them what to do.

Random Thought

If you were called a brainless idiot, would you be suffering from brain freeze?