19 July 2007
TUBE (or The Ultimate Baduy Experience)This is my biography summarized and then paraphrased. Me: chopped, processed, honeycured and hung on the www to drip and to dry. (shux, the drama!)
Been sick since Monday. I suspect that all the smoking and drinking and dancing done last week had very much to do with this.*
I spent Tuesday and Wednesday rolling in bed, only getting up to go to the comfort room or to eat. (Wait, yesterday, I popped in the salon to get shaved. Afterwards, I dillydallied in the convenience store out of sheer boredom. Must’ve passed through Row 3 a hundred times, picking up and then returning and then picking up again that same pack of chocolates over and over.)
Now, I’ve been walking in and out of the office, consuming all that pent up restlessness. The leftover nasal congestion (which I also feel in my ear canal – I know, ew) is making me sound like a Frenchman.
I haven’t been down on something this shitty for quite some time. I remember when I was a kid and getting sick was so cool. Met with so much enthusiasm, it meant taking a day off the front of the blackboard. Now, it’s just a drag. All the DVDs and crappy daytime TV cannot distract me from all the discomfort and headache and all the shit happening to my body. Now, it only means not being able to take a bath as often as I wish and this is icky in spite of the insipid aircon blasting its chilly breath against me 24/7. (which may have helped cause the ailment in the first place.)
Lying there, on bed, alone, lent me some time to think.
Tuesday night, the gang** showed up and in between ler and glen’s battle over the tv remote control, ag noticed the stuff scribbled on my ceiling, just above my bed. It said:
FOR 2007:
1. ‘Wag na umasa… (Hope no more)
2 Finish M.A.
3 Forward with career
4 Car
5 (drawing of a heart)
2007 is half done. So far, the only thing halfway done in the list is number one. Shall we drink to that?
*Wednesday, Thursday and Friday nights were spent gobbling up beer and “smoking like a chimney” (as a block at school collectively described me—gosh, every time we see you, you have a cigarette in between your fingers.) I am capable of finishing one bucket of beer all by myself and feel unsatisfied. Saturday night was wild as usual. Wild.
And Monday was the start of the downfall. I left work 30 minutes too early because I was really feeling out of it. ‘Went straight to Katipunan, to this poetry night thingie and proceeded to drink some more.
**It is no secret that when it comes to personal finance management, I have the skill of a second-grader. (Wait, what finance?) That’s why I am now relying on some friends to guide me through these dark times, two of them being bankers and one being just really smart and really really rich.
Today, I asked Glen if I should get a credit card and open an account in another bank, the bank where Ag works. Well he expressed no disapproval though warned me heavily about the credit card angle. Knowing that I have the self control skills of a toddler.
“I’m getting HSBC ‘cos I use Caltex,” I said.
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