I’ve been hanging out with my best friend, Insomnia, for quite some time now, and though I initially hated the idea, I’ve gotten used to it somehow. It’s funny, because I really don’t have any choice but to put up with her, what with all her bugging until the wee hours of the morning. Oh well, if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em. People, don’t be surprised if I complain about her existense at 4 in the morning. That’s the way our friendship goes.
I’ve been in my perpetually procrastinating self these past few days. I still haven’t finished reading the geisha book (pfft!) what with all the DVD’s I’ve scored at a thrift shop near my place. Still no luck with the updates for my laptop. Not a single draft for my speech on Saturday. And the paint job for my condo - a BIG zilch! Sheesh.
Anyway, I had a blast from the past recently. I wasn’t really prepared for it, which sent me on the verge of hurling a San Mig Light bottle across the room when I found out. Tsktsk. So much for apologies. Really now, after everything, thanks, but no thanks! The thing is, this whole brouhaha makes me laugh. I find it so amusing that I had to smile despite the nagging itch to wring someone’s neck. Oh, do I love to scratch that neck with my long nails - but then again, it’ll just ruin my manicure. Come on, it’s so over and done with. I mean, I can’t believe that after all these months, everything’s making a comeback. Well, hello, hello! Frankly, I don’t really care. But let me tell you: one more word. I’m tired of hearing everything over and over again. I’m so done dealing with a whirlwind of emotions every time I think about it, that I don’t have the time to dwell on them some more. I’m so fed up! So please do yourself a favor and stop it! You’re really not helping. Not helping at all. And if you have any ounce of decency left, you’ll shut up already.
It’s a good thing I had to re-type this whole thing (thanks to that stupid computer shop somewhere in front of the Math building; never again will I set foot on that God-forsaken, slower-than-a-snail Internet shop arggh!) because had I posted the original, hmm, I hate to think about it.
Well of course, I’m going really vague here. I promised myself I won’t name names, unless really necessary. But I’d probably write about this in detail in my private blog somewhere in cyberspace. Then again, maybe not. Whatever.
Question: How do you deal with insipid, nothing-to-do jerks who practically shout their heads off to other insipid, nothing-to-do jerks across the room while playing those goddamn computer games? I mean, gawd! Go find a PRIVATE place where you can discuss your game play with your RPG-cohorts! Better yet, just relive the game in real life and go kill yourselves. Demmit! I really think computer shops who offer these games should at least have an aquarium or a sound-proof portion of their shop - that is, if they still want to have customers who just wanted to surf the net and chronicle their lives in their blogs. So we’re boring people. So what?
I remember a friend who wanted to name his bar Blue Mondays. Hmm, given the chance, I’d probably name it Bloody Monday. And from the shouts of these insipid, nothing-to-do jerks, my ears are already bleeding just fine. Mga pakshet kayo!
At ikaw. Oo, ikaw. That’s enough.
Just had a meeting with the Genesoc’s Execom. And boy, do we have a surprise for the Genes! Nyahahaha!! We thought it’d be nice to treat everyone after the hectic weeks heehee.We’re hoping for a complete attendance, because we’ve prepared a mini-program just for that night. So far, the Genes are confirming their presence one by one. Huwaw! (note: basta pagkain talaga, ever present ang Genes, bwehehe!) Kidding aside, I really hope this surprise-treat thingie will be a success. We’ve spent the whole meeting brainstorming for ideas. Hmm, I guess we’ll just see. =)
