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(been logged out since November)

I quit my day job.  

I went to the World Trade Center earlier, 8 am, only to be notified that I can't go in because I was carrying a lighter.  Fair enough, gotta respect security measures, right?  But the Pasay police by the entrance was asking me to leave my cigarettes too, no name tag, no number tag, no shit --- and the tenacity of these officers to tell me this while enjoying the confiscated spoils in the form of home-made baon, liters of beverage and cartons of cigarettes.  Another guard moves in from his post to grab a handful of snacks, then walks back.

"Kung ayaw mo iwan yosi mo, sige, i-yosi mo muna lahat yan, papapasukin ka namin."

I mean, what would I do with an unlit cigarette?  Break open a lightbulb and light one in the filament?!  And what of the actual dangerous devices in my person at the time?  A makeshift knuckle using the batbelt?  A choking hazard in the form of an earring?  Bruise-inducing cross and heartbreak rings???

I respect security measures, and it's not even about the cigarettes or the distance anymore.  I could've gone in if I simply swallowed my pride and left the cigs out --- but what does that prove?  That the moochers win, simply because people follow the rules?  That, what the warning that goes: "World Trade Center is not liable for your belongings..." truly means is that they can't stop the cops from getting to them?  I think that's hardly right nor fair.

So I left.  Corruption leaves a sour taste in my mouth.

(Now I'm in the mood for Rage Against the Machine [pak da powlees!] --- to think that most of the attendees were like under 20, and to get to experience bullshit right before their eyes?!)

Got an invite for this event earlier ... (meron pa pala level-up games?)  ano kaya meron dito, and more importantly, who's going to this thing?

The distance from the house to Malolos, Bulacan: 35.77 miles.  (And that's assuming you travel in a straight line; The shortest distance between two points is a straight line.)

So why would I bother with the trip?  Because it was Six-One's birthday last week, and I don't get to go to Bulacan everyday, so why not?  (To note, her house is too far, in fact, that Google Earth maps haven't taken a proper detail photo of their area.  It's just a mess of greenery.)

I left the house at 12:24.  An fx ride, a wrong train ride, another train ride, an fx ride and two toll booths later, me and a couple of other common friends were in Malolos Crossing.  We were just a tryke ride away from the destination.

To sum up the whole ordeal: Six-One, Six-One's friend's baby, Angela, food and conversation, drinking more when I realized that I was drunk, a spritz of clam juice, a spritz of Angelpsyche's perfume, 2nd-degree burn number 3 for the year, waking up at 3 and realizing that I forgot to go home, lost my earring, leaving at 5 am, touchdown in Antipolo by 7:20 and the batcave by 8:15 AM, Sunday.
(Fellow attendees can fill in the blanks.)

It was fun.  I went to Bulacan and all I got was this lousy 2nd-degree burn.  

sixone.multiply.com/photos/alb…;<--- photos here.
hrudu.wordpress.com/2007/10/15…

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