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Smell of Success

<p>Tales of mishaps: most welcome!</p>
by Ronjay Eduvas | Jan 27, 2011
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I have to admit that I’m not the most agile person. Falling over is a thing that happens to me, a lot. Call me a klutz I guess. But out of all my clumsy experience, there is one instance too embarrassing to forget. We were on an inuman where there were a lot of good-looking ladies. The table was filled with bottles of beer and pulutan like peanuts, sisig, chicharon and suka, typical grub on any drinking session. The setup was great and everyone seemed to be enjoying.

I, on the other hand, was trying to act smooth wanting to impress the ladies. That was when I saw this lovely woman on the next table, and there’s an empty chair beside her. “My luck day,” I thought. So I walked over there and took the empty seat. true sLittle did I know that the chair has a broken leg, no wonder nobody was sitting on it! I fell over and, to add to the humiliation, I knocked over the suka from the table causing it to spill all over my face as I fell down. I smelled like sour puke the whole night. Obviously, none of the ladies wanted to talk to me. Heck! Not even my kumpare wants to sit beside me.  
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