ODDITORIUM

i spent the holiday in naga. not only to celebrate the holiday cheer but to do my laundry too. sheesh, what a sore loser, you think. but then i had a real good sleep. with all the deadline and workloads in the office, i almost forgot i’m a worker. at least just for once, they were away from my sight. we [bench and karl] usually kid around that we’d rather stay there and just forget going back to manila. look whose back?

pardon the mushiness, but it was dreadful to see where our bus passed by. bench and i was trying to hide what we really felt about the wrecked roadside municipalities by smirking. we felt really bad. come to imagine, albay would be worster than these. we couldnt have seen the road if only he left manila on time,thanks to that slowpoke driver. the damage after the typhoon reming was visibly unconcealed. i guess somebody who got annoyed to idea that reming changed it’s path for their personal gain [ like no classes, no officeworks stuff like those]must be stoned to death..not stones, blocks i prefer….thrown blocks to death…live!

funny, how my family and cousins along with their “chikading” (that’s how i call my li’l puny pamangkins) spent the christmas eve? we all slept, woke up by morning only to start the dvd marathon of prisonbreak. but then, i’m satisfied with that. we didnt have that happy holiday cuddle warthmness. no gifts, just “presence”. we just enjoyed the company with each other, and also the great homemade food too. am gettin sick of microwaveable goods here.

the good thing living in the suburb local city is that you get to enjoy the nontoxic air and hassle-free lifestyle unlike here. there’s no traffic. you can drink and go home as early as you want. i’ve never been so relaxed and comfty while drinking not like here, the workloads usually clings to your mind while gulping your beer. tisk.

after blinking on that dreamy day of 25th, i opened my eyes, stucked again in a regular bus trip going back to manila. the two big stag beside me was torture for my part. on my left was the croaky sleeptalker and on the other side, another smelly “mr. elmer’s glue” [not again?]. pew. that’ll be my second and last regular bus trip, unless i got bunch of friends who’d care to join me in a neck-wrecking long trips like that.

the night of 27th make me frowned and quizzically gazed to what my parents been blabbing about in text message if i’ve already arrived, knowing i texted them already the time i came to my apartment earlier that day. they didnt get any for they were troubled if i was there hanging on a cliff somewhere in ragay. half-dead. yeah yeah. a bus just crashed because of the absence of electricity there. it’s good then, now i have a better reason not to go for a ride on a unairconditioned bus.

so much with the mass hypocrisy and panic gift-buying. tell you, i’m quotin it once again, nobody want’s another scented candle. ok?

swelling crowd buying in malls doesnt stop yet. wait till january 1. why not use that gun, eh?

have a prosperous new year people.

back to workmode. thank god, i finally blog that out.