12.20.2008

serve coffee. even at four in the morning.

:: i skipped work after an all-nighter with olie and guill. yeah. skipped. on purpose. and i had to tell them some lie about me being sick. damn, i hope my boss isn't reading any of this shit.

but come to think of it, i really told them the truth. i was sick. sick and tired of work, that is. this is the first time that i have felt anything like this about anything. and i hate it. this isn't me. of course i'm cynical and i complain, and i whine, and i bitch about things... but this time, this contempt is real.

:: imagine, eight bottles of beer and numerous shots of brandy (and i don't drink brandy!) and i'm over-analyzing things! shit!

:: guill is a very talented kahonista, by the way. he makes it look and sound easy. even with a canister of pringles or a five-gallon water jug, he can still give you wicked beats!

:: olie has become, shall i say, a very accomplished babbler.. not yet the scat artist that jason mraz is, but he's getting there. last night he played impromptu riffs with improv lyrics such as:
>> "binosohan ko ang tiyahin kong malaki ang..."
>> "ah... eh... eh-eeehh... oh... oh-ooohhhhh... waaaahhh!!!"
>> "meron akong kaibigan... kaibigang mataba... matagal na niyang di makita ang kanyang alaga..."
>> "kung wala nang tissue... gumamit ng resibo..."

shit like that.

:: stepped out of the bar at four in the morning and it was really cold. i saw a thermometer and it gave an "antartica" reading. and still i didn't want to go home. i just wanted sit there. on the curb. with my guitar. smoking cigarettes. in the middle of nowhere. waiting for nothing. you tend to think of a lot of things especially when your wife is not around.

is this midlife crisis (at 29)? or have i officially bottomed out.

:: do people even use friendster anymore?

:: and how can a 24-hour gasoline station convenience store not serve coffee at four in the morning just because they're mopping the floor?!! what the fuck is up with that?! don't you people want business? my money ain't good enough for you? am i too fat for you? do i remind you of your uncle? is he a retard? what?!

:: maybe i do remind them of their retarded uncle.

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