Segunda-feira, Agosto 16, 2004
No Sir, They Don't Create Nuisance. They ARE Nuisance!
Security guards ruin my day, literally, metaphorically. I grit my teeth each time I open my bag only to let their filthy piece of stick be placed in it momentarily. What's even worse is that they've become as ubiquitous as cell phones and pairs of blue denim. You can see them in LRT, MRT, mall entrances, movie house entrances, school entrances, and guardhouses... It's perplexing and terrible at the same time. Popping sticks in people's bags and feeling their hips and behind are the most absurd jobs one can ever get. Can't they ever get a life more decent than that?
Carnaval took a nap at 6:30:00 PM
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The Author
Carnaval is a fourth year nursing student of Pamantasan ng Lungsod ng Maynila. Her thoughts are whacked. She's mad so she's talking back. She's tired of people who stick their noses in things that are none of their business.
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