LA MEserables

Hey there. How about a little howdy-doody. I was so stuck with work I forgot the one thing that’s really important to me and that is writing. I lied. I didn’t forget about it. In fact, I always think about it everyday, while I cuss underneath my breathe inside the office because of the huge amount of insanely barbaric e-mails that I answer and the tantamount complains aired and at times resolved, inconveniences that have been apologized for and reports I have screwed up. It always crosses my mind, envisioning myself sitting inside a quiet room feeling the cool breeze brushing across my body as I just sit there infront of my trusty HOUSE M.D. (my laptop - pompously named after Gregory House himself. Geeky,I know) and just type away like a raving lunatic on crack. With the amount of time I spend in the office right now, I figured it can be equated to the amount of time a novelist sits down to draft his very first manuscript. Literally, people can almost tell that I wore the same clothes I wore the day before which if you think is quite appaling but really that’s not because I disregard hygiene (that’s just how I roll, no really), I’m just compelled to crawl in andout from the pile of work that sits on my desk. Generally, a 16 -24 hour work schedule has gotten the worst of me. But my passion for writing will not dwindle, it might just be  screwed over but I have nor will I ever grow tiresome (not entirely) of the usually rant-o-rama or diatribe about how work-life-balance (which is basically non-existent). And to demostrate this depleting activity in my blog, nay, even in my social life, I have sumed it up to this one self-incriminating sentence—- I HAVEN’T EVEN WATCHED IRON MAN or ROBIN HOOD or even watch that new Eugene Domingo flick. That’s basically how futile my rants have been reduced to.

To further prove my point here are some of the lame updates I have:

1. Facebook Abtinence. My lack of status updates have been minimally reduced since our very trust friend called IT did some major enhancements to our firewall. *cough* *sellout* *cough* and my inability to alot budget for personal internet connection at home. Sucks!

2. Speaking of facebook, the last time I have updated it, reception have been quite encouraging knowing that your relatives have migrated social networks and your entire alma mater itches for a reunion even in cyberspace. FEH. Thus, encouraging you more to diss the scene and humbly go on stealth mode until further notice.

3. Liquor Ban. Semi-permanent for the reason of hey, I have no life, money and Saturdays are dedicated for mandarin lessons with Farrah Lao Shi. I suck by the way because learning another language when you only have less than six hours of sleep can actually be equivalent to simultaneously downing 5 shots of tequila then running an entire 10k marathon. Mindfuck at its best.

4.Did I mention that  aside from the fact that my weekends are just for the sole purpose of rewatching past seasons of LOST, Sometimes I also have spontaneous provincial trips to take care of some family biznuz. How about some time travel or alternate realities? I can work with that.

5. I have become a corporate zombie that my friends have probably thought some master zombie have rendered me useless. I’ve been an absentee for quite some time on certain r and r with my mates.
 
6. So.. I didn’t vote. Never registered either. And to quote a colleague whose reaction made a resounding imprint in my brain said “Wow, ano ka katorse? (Wow, what are you 14?)”. I know I’m a bad citizen. I can cure apathy. But it’s a bitter pill to swallow. MEH. So Noynoy Palaboy it is. I would have gone for Gibo and go admin all the way —> that’s me being a sellout. Politics, we have a lot enough in the office.  But way to go for the how high-tech voting and holographic images in the news. 

7. I might have made new friends and future enemies. I cannot expound further. Just to built the tension. HA!

8. I suffered an asthma attack. First in five years. I felt like I was 5 again. Well, I am 5 with 20 some experience. Come to think of it, history does repeat itself. I hope I don’t bleed phallic images again.

9. I haven’t been to the beach except for work. Didn’t even brought my swim suit when we went there. HA! I’m still organizing another pity party for that.

10. Aah, existencially speaking. All is futile. sakto lang and boring for the time being. I need some kick ass comeback to life party.