Resurfacing

I’m permanently assigned in the mid shift, that’s 1pm – 10pm (until further notice).

It means that’s I am temporary a day person until such time that they’ve figured out that I am much more efficient at night because while most are already snoring their brains out, I am just starting to pour a some rum in my coffee.

It’s been awhile since I walk, breathe and live in broad daylight. I’m frequently getting migraines for that. Thank you very much.
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January Syndrome 2010

It’s a miracle that I have survived the last quarter of the year 2009. You can probably tell that I was too swamped to rant about it since my posts were just reduced to once a month which is like withdrawal. It was hell during those times that I was not able to write. It’s like loosing my senses completely. Writing is my only catharsis that taking it out of my routine would like crippling a soldier.

Anyway, we’re back to zero again we start another year. Another year, another chance to fuck it up. I’m extremely, desperately hopeful that this year I’ll be able to vindicate myself–to make up for the screw ups I made for the past year. How to achieve that is gonna be a work in progress which brings me to a recap of the pass few months that I was away chasing my sanity and trying to avoid seeking professional help.

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Well,well, well….

Balon, Balon, Balon… (Get it?) Well = Balon. 

Heh. Now, I’ve gotten rusty. FEH.

Oh look it’s Christmas already. Apologies for the lack of updates. As of now, the mad scientist in me is try to make ends meet as deadlines came a pouring because well… it’s the end of the year (as we know it)! Both personal and professional life clashing like two boulders colliding. Awww, I hate metaphors.

Seriously, I need a clone or a personal assistant. But the later just seems to be asking for a miracle because, I ain’t that filthy rich to be able to afford one. HAH!

I need an AVATAR! Speaking of AVATAR.  Yes, I am talking about the James Cameron movie. I saw it on 3D. Amazing. I think amazing is an understatement. AWWWWWWWWWESSSSOMMEEE! No that’s still an understatement. Really. I mean it was so.. I am beyond words probably because I’m drunk and it’s christmas and my friends rum and coke are hammering my puny little brain.

So back to AVATAR, which I’m dying to make a review of but chances are I’d probably do that next year or maybe never.

And there’s really a lot of things I’d wanted to write but for some reason my brain won’t allow it. GAH! Old age.  Dammit. 2009 is a trying year and I need a rehab from work and shit.

Geez. It’s Christmas and I am ranting. Awww, just like old times yeah?

Go on and be merry. After all ’tis the season to be chubby. Fat bastards.

Deadpan Diaries II

Dear Diary,

At this very moment, I am inside a bus homebound. Yes, I am mentally composing this entry because it’s 4:30 in the morning and 3 drunkards just got in the bus talking in some obsolete drunken language. 

In my semi-lucid consciousness, I started praying for dear life. Although, I do not create the slightest attraction easily, I fear and I mean my paranoia thinks that when it comes to drunks all is fair in love and war.

So yes, let us resume with the entry and the hail marys. I am sitting in front of these 3 drunkards trying not to eavesdrop and to look inconspicuous. However, the less I try to drew attention the results becomes otherwise.

I noticed one slightly turned his back and look at me and started saying some inaudible and incoherent  phrases to his drunk comrades. And then they laughed and teased each other like fucking hyenas. Meantime, I tried my mean-construction-worker-look and tried to act tough, with matching clenched fist. Yes, I learned that from watching some kung fu movies.

In this case, diary my mind is trying it’s hardest to plan for my escape in the event that this drunkards pull off any devious act. You see diary, I have this love-hate relationship with commuting. I like the fact that I am learning the ways and routes of the metro even in the wee hours and that I haven’t felt the urge to hoard unleaded gasoline because of the oil price hikes and what not. However, when it comes to safety and convenience, the idea of driving or eventually becoming a mutant and fly comes to mind. Now, if I were I mutant, I would be MAGNETA (Oh yes, what a rip off) and I will hurl cars and all sorts of vehicles out of my way because that’s just how I roll (pun intended).

And while we are on the subject of love-and-hate, the season of love and hating is here again. Christmas gives me all sorts of nostalgic feeling of home,  of endless sales, of massive people on streets, and gift wrappers scattered on the floor. Oh, hey It’s Scrooge talking here. Yes, once a year I play that part where I take my brooding to the next level. And in this particular season when all are really busy repairing their homes and restoring their lives because of the  triple threat typhoons or trying to look for a safe place to crash and burn. I don’t know how I’ll be able to  get pass the brooding every Christmas or whenever there’s a holiday. I juse feel like staying inside my own personal space and read my basic spanish grammar book or “think” of Johnny Depp.

Oh, diary I am exhausted and filthy and about to get off a bus ride from the north. Yes, I happen to make it out alive only because me and Johnny Depp have a lot of “thinking” to do. Happy happy joyjoy time. 

I shall wallow in my sweet imaginary sanctuary because tomorrow is another day and another chance to screw with the world. 

Until next,

J

No Comprende?

And while I attract mostly D.O.M.s  (whereas I can put different meanings in D - Desperate, Drunk or Dying), most of my friends lure a melting pot of testosterone from cougar-loving high school boys to awkward and creepy dancing foreigners, never in my wildest dreams have I imagined that what had happened during one of our night out’s happened.

On our way home from a night of “bible study”,we dropped by McDo (The Fort) to grab a bite or two.  If noticed, this certain McDo is the hangout of people who just came from a night of careless whispers  and ecstacy-induced gucci parties. Thus, it has become a hub for nursing hangover. Anyway, we were all seated discussing some really important matters about the “bible” when suddenly one of us (Cristina) noticed that a foreigner is mouthing some words which she cannot understand. So she goes, “Huh?”. The foreigner then brought his drink and started using sign language. He pointed at one of my friends  (Ariane)who was wearing an headband saying that it was pretty (in sign language). All of a sudden, his friends who were also speech-handicapped started huddling around our little group of “bible students”.

Another guy is starting a conversation (in sign language) to which none of us are able to elicit a proper response. So one of us (I think it was Ron), politely said the sorry-but-we-have-to-go-spiel.  All of us walk out, half-embarrassed, half-shocked and half-guilty.

What an awkward situation it was. Inside the car, we still can’t get over it.  We all remember how tensed most of us are because we don’t know how to respond appropriately when these …how shall i put it… confident men starts making conversation.

We all felt bad for excusing ourselves and walking out but in a perfectly insane world, how would you have responded?  No hablo esta senyales lenguahe?

K. I still suck at spanish.