Happy Friday the 13th

No time to do lengthy blogpost today so I will just get a few thoughts and quick notes.

Last night, Ricky Boy Baboy, my old buddy just disembarked and invited us for dinner at Kenny Rogers – I’m so full I can’t move. After dinner, Ricky Boy Baboy and me decided to hang out in Migs Migs again to catch up and have few bottles of beer, got hyped-up and transferred to another bar with “for-the-boys-entertainment.”

Today, I forced myself to wake up because I have to attend a workshop on English grammar-review-email-etiquette-whatever. It turned out to be a nice break on my freaking office routine and I’m amazed I can’t answer this question on proper use of preposition: [Question No. 5: The plane landed (to, on, in) the runway.]

Anyway, as Sir Bob said, correct use of grammar in written and spoken English is only a skill and not a measure of intelligence – most call center agents I know believe otherwise.

I can’t still force myself to wake up early even if I’m on the brink of a one-week suspension due to tardiness – like a lazy dog slumbering and drooling in summer. Huh, wake me up please.

Today is Friday the 13th so I googled something about it and got this:

The fear of Friday the 13th is called paraskavedekatriaphobia, a word derived from the concatenation of the Greek words Paraskeví (Παρασκευή) (meaning Friday), and dekatreís (δεκατρείς) (meaning thirteen), attached to phobía (φοβία) (meaning fear). This is a specialized form of triskaidekaphobia, a simple phobia (fear) of the number thirteen, and is also known as friggatriskaidekaphobia. The term triskaidekaphobia was derived in 1911 and first appeared in a mainstream source in 1953.


Happy Friday the 13th!!

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