I have been buried in this wicked video editing craft for weeks I have become more hustled than the devil. Video making is such a thrill. It’s a combo of ball and back-breaks. At least for me. Was I a movie director in my past life.
Now back in Malate — with my Publish button long untouched — I am forced to post this one entry out just to fill the void. If you happen to like my Club Balai Isabel fun vacation pics, here’s the boo-boo side of it:
The Lakeside Suite at the Club has a crystal clear sliding door that opens up to a dreamy sun porch. And as every translucent, accident prone, wall-to-ceiling glass doors, this deceit is just waiting for someone to ram it down. So ram it down I did! I was fancying the night at the porch and unaware that the glass door had been shut closed. When I rose up to walk back in –BAM! The right knee hits the glass panel, the upper sliders gave in to the impact and both of us were thrown in midair like mutants! Even before we hit the ground I was already wondering how bad this thing will damage me or how much this damage will cost me! Good thing the Grade A mother didn’t crashed into pieces.
My snappy resolve was to fix the jelly back to its place. But its bulk requires at least three persons just to sit it up straight. Somebody made a lousy job on this one. And mister maintenance man who responded to my call put the blame on the most unlikely culprits –the Chinese glass door installers!
I have seen a lot of awful gaffes like this before. People banging themselves on translucent walls, doors and even windows. I have even seen how a colleague rammed a glass panel even though the opening is just a few inches to his left. Apparently this — I never saw this one coming.
Hello room service, care to check on 103 pls. Or better yet –each and every room.