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Thursday, July 4, 2002

Three strikes and you're out!

Four people went job hunting this morning at Makati. Their objective is simple - that is to give their resume to the HR department or Front Desk of several companies. Their time limit: 3 hours. The obstacle: it's raining really hard, as in really really HARD! And the catch: a very satisfying job.

As the MRT trailer screeches to a halt, the green light flashes, and the flags go up.

"Survivors... GO!"

And they're off! You can hear their newly polished shoes squeak as it hit the wet paved road. Neil, Popoy and Elvin are in the lead at the first lap having given 1 resume. It looks like Oliver is having technical difficulties. He seems to be missing staple wires, but he quickly regained his pace as he went for the pit stop. Since one of the stop-points is unavailable, they will have to take a detour.
What a great show of wit and agility! They were able to complete the round safe and sound. Now for the next round. They are off to the next stop and the rain gets heavier and heavier. Their clothes seems to be gaining weight as it accumulates rain water. Not to mention their shoes that are getting soggy and squishy with every step they make. It seems that the racers are hitting the toll because they are slowing down a little. The enthusiasm they had when they started the race was swept by the rain down the sewer. But against the odds, It seems that they all are going to make it to the next round. Popoy and Neil scored another point and so did Oliver tying him up with Elvin at one point.
Now the rain gets more furious! At the pit stop, the racers take their time as they try to come up with a very important decision. Should they continue the race and risk their lives running the slippery streets of Makati? Or should call the race off and compete on another day?
Ladies and Gentlemen, it seems that the racers have casted their votes. And it's.... No! They've decided to call it a day! I'm sorry folks, but that is the ways it is. Our racers have decided to rest at Glorietta and call it a tie.
But wait! It seems that the show isn't over yet! As they crossed a wet street, Neil decided to perform a 'Double Foot Twist, Hands up, Belly Flop' with a difficulty level of -2.5. And he does it! The crowd goes wild! What a show!
And now the fully recovered Neil brushes the dirt off from his pants and walks-on as if he didn't perform that outstanding exhibition. Strike One for Neil!
After that spectacular event, the racers now rests at the fabulous stairs sponsored by Glorietta. It's time for a break.

"This show is sponsored by Mandarin Express"
"Dalawang Ulam, P45 lang!"

Welcome back viewers, after that long rest, the racers are up again. This time, They are heading back to Shaw Boulevard. The racers are now facing the obstacles of the MRT. Popoy is head to head with a lot of people as he tries to get the precious MRT tickets. With his skills and superb patience, Popoy graced the line and gets the ticket from the sales clerk. Good Job Popoy! And now, as they entered the track... what's this!? Neil is being distracted by a loud beep coming from his celphone! And... NO! He forgets to take his MRT ticket from the swiping machine. Strike Two for Neil. This calls for a time-out.

"This time-out is brought to you by:"
"The MRT!"
"P70 per lost ticket!"

Oh no! Neil lost his ticket so he has got to go get another set of tickets. And he's off! With his excellent display of agility, he got new tickets in no time and went down the stairs to the MRT. But look at the MRT! It's starting to depart! The racers are now running towards the sliding doors and Elvin got in first, putting him at first place, Oliver comes in second and the doors are beginning to close. Hurry up racers, the guard is already blowing the whistle! With a quick sprint, Popoy barely escaped the clutches of the sliding doors, making him the last person to enter the MRT. It looks like Neil didn't make it... I'm sorry Neil but strike Three, you're out!

I'm sorry Neil but you'll have to bring me your torch. Fate has spoken... You are asked to leave the council at once.

Neil: "This game has changed me, it seems that I've lost my self-esteem, I couldn't go back like this, You barely even know me..."

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