Raggedy.

I could've sworn I set my phone to alarm at 8:30pm.

But as luck would have it, when I woke up at 9:59pm, it seems that I set my phone to alarm at paking 8:30 AM.

And my shift starts at 11pm.

Go figure.

*sigh*

Comments

Anonymous said…
naku late! hehehe :) nagkikita ba kayo ni badz jan? QA na din sha eh jan sa inyo... may opening pa ba QA? hehe
9:43 AM, February 10, 2006
... beachfreak said…
@eric: Haha! Buti hindi! Believe me I was surprised that I could take a bath in 10 minutes with cold water *bbrrrr*

Yeah, we e-mail sometimes. Sa Makati ako eh, si Badz sa Libis siya naka-base. ;)
2:00 PM, February 10, 2006
KoFiDaYs said…
Well that happens to the best of us..

Ala ka na ba PCS nun?
12:12 PM, February 11, 2006
b3Rn1cE said…
hahaha ansayasaya para kang nasa amazing race di ba?
2:50 PM, February 11, 2006
... beachfreak said…
@aj: Hehe. Meron pa aactually, pero ayaw ko pang gamitin. Ilang weeks pa ang Feb, eh. =)

@j a: haha! Totoo! *sigh* Pagdating ko sa office, pagod na pagod ako. =)
10:48 AM, February 12, 2006
eventuallypretty said…
this happened to me too! wala ring lamig lamig at wala nang plantsa plantsa.

i was done in 60 seconds. *lol*

pero murphy's law. kung kelan ka nagmamadali, tsaka mabagal ang mrt, mahaba ang pila sa tickets, wala kang barya sa trike at pagdating mo sa opis dyaran absent ang boss mo! :)
5:49 PM, February 13, 2006
... beachfreak said…
@prettytwinnie: hahaha! true, buti na lang the traffic was light and the traffic lights we're all green. *sigh* I dread the day I wake up late and nothing, NOTHING goes my way. Ack.

=)
9:27 AM, February 14, 2006
Anonymous said…
story of my life. although even if i set the alarm right, late pa rin ako. i'm so pinoy that way.

belated happy valentine's! :)
12:35 PM, February 16, 2006
... beachfreak said…
@cupcake: where the hell have you been?! I missed your entries. =( haha. about your 'pinoy thing.' belated happy vday to you too.
12:59 PM, February 16, 2006
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