Magtataglish ako ngayon. Wala lang. Salamat kay Bob Ong.

I am stuck in a comedy of errors, and I am one of the central characters.

By this, I mean a true-blue literal comedy of errors. Actually, ngayon lang nga humupa konti ang pamumulaklak ng error report ko sa trabaho. I realized that the main reason why I got so many goddamn errors was that I was not paying attention, and that I am very drowsy (frankly speaking, muntik na akong mauntog sa computer monitor sa antok). Lilalaklak ko na nga ang isang basong kape every 8 in the morning para wag lang akong antukin, wala pa ring silbi. Buti na lang at dalawa ang radyo ko, yung isa, live, complete with padyak pa. Syempre, may pumalit sa ina kong si Rachelle Ann Go.heheh. At least nagigising ako - sa katatawa.

Malapit na kaming mailagay sa panganib ulit ng pagiging jobless. Come march 10 (or 11… or 12… actually, hindi ko talaga sure), ilalabas na naman ni Big Momma (aka Lucy in Hell with a Pitchfork) ang kanyang listahan ng errors at ipadadama niya sa yo kung gaano ka kahina sa pag-update at paggawa ng new entry at kung ano-ano pang ginagawa mo dito sa Fourth Circle of Hell. Mga tipong tirada na nagsasabing "Hindi mahina ang kukote mo, Iha" pero sa totoo lang, kulang na lang isumpa ka sa pakiramdam mo na incompetent ka. Hay… ewan ko ba… Siguro wala lang talaga akong magawa sa mga araw na ito kaya naglalabas ako ng sama ng loob at nanti-trip ng tao (kung alam nyo lang kung ano ang ginagawa ko dito, iisipin nyo talagang praning ako). At kung ano-ano ang pinagdidiskitahan (tama ba, Irene?hehe) sa magulong gray-walled, mumu-filled office na to.

Pero pwera biro, marami akong mamimiss kapag nilisan ko na ang lugar na ito. Andun ang pakikipagsapalaran kay Big Momma at sa kanyang endless bickering. Andyan din ang pagge-gesture ng "Karayom" sa mga kilig moments ni Inay.

At the point of typing this blog, nalaman ko na nabawasan na ang miembro ng pamilya dito sa office. Wala na si Jeff (si amain - Jeff, ikaw si Stepdad - yun yung codename mo - surprise!) at si Mae, ang aming madrasta. Pwera biro, nalulungkot ako at wala sila, at lubos naman ang nararamdaman kong poot kay Big Momma. Ewan ko ba kung bakit, pero sa tuwing nakikita, naaalala o naririnig ko sya, gusto kong mag-reenact ng isang scene na ginawa ni Beatrix Kiddo sa Kill Bill (na nampanood ko na naman kahapon. Foreshadowing daw, o.Waheheheh).

March 6, 2006

Siyempre nainis na naman ako kay Big Momma ngayong hapon na to. She was cackling like a menaupausal stepmother to my Cinderella. Grabe. Wish ko nga sana mahuli siya ni Yum-Yum na nakikipag-usap sa alahera niya, o kaya naman ay kapag malakas siyang humalakhak… kaya lang, no offense, Jel - parang weak yung personality niya. Di siya nagagalit. Sabihin kaya natin… MAGALIT KA… MAGALIT KA!!!!! Hehehehe….

Lam ninyo, I’ve been also thinking to leave this office, kung meron lang nga akong pera. Pero malayo pa yung mangyari (yung magkaron ako ng pera, hindi ang umalis dito. Sa Sabado na kaya yun?), kaya magtatayo muna ako ng unyon. Tatawagin ko itong Unyon Laban sa Malakas na Paghalakhak ni Big Momma. Mag-iisip pa ako ng variant name at acronym. Hay…

Yun lang sa ngayon. Di umaandar ang kukote ko, eh.

Before I go into the real topic of this blog, I would like to tell you that I witnessed a real live "nakawan" when I was in the bus. It happened in a jeep in front of the bus where I was at, and I was completely shocked when this guy just hurriedly got someone’s possession (more or less, it was a bag or a wallet) and just hurried off somewhere. The things that people do for money. Goodness gracious.

But that’s not the topic of this blog.

Yesterday, my best friend Irene and I had a conversation, and funny as it may seem that Valentine’s Day is already over, well, the topic is all about Valentine’s Day, the whole thing of "No Boyfriend Since Birth Club" that we’re both a part of. In this blog, I write all sorts of stuffs embracing all kinds of subjects, and I guess my head is a little crazy today and I divert my topics from searching for the meaning of life to figuring out the essence of the WEIRD woman.

Irene and I have observed that guys fall for two types of women (but this is of course, in general):

1. the "malamya" or, damsel in distress type

2. the dumb but beautiful type

Of course, there are other girls which fall under a different category, but I’ll focus on what most of the shallow guys fall for.

Guys evidently dig "normal" women, and I, as well as 50% of my friends, fall under the "abnormal" type. By "abnormal," we mean that we like weird, out-of-this-world stuff. We loathe being normal, being dressed in frills and skirts, watching romantic movies with repetitive plots; we adore rock music, fine art and literature, art films and other stuffs which are connected with the aforementioned ones. One thing we notice is that everytime we talk about these things, guys sport this "What are they talking about" look and become quickly intimidated or mortified by our weird (but to them, it may be a little freakish) nature.

I declare now, by this very day, that certainly NOTHING IS WRONG WITH US. I may be bit violent about my reactions, being a late bloomer and all, but I don’t care. I may like Oasis and rock to the sound of their music. I may like the surrealistic works of Dali, and the way that Seurat works with the Pointilistic art. I may like movies with subtitles and all, and there’s nothing wrong with that. Do I intimidate people? Just yesterday, I overheard someone say that he’s quite intimidated by me. Am I that freakish, for goodness’ sake?

There’s certainly nothing wrong with being weird. Rock on, weird girls. Rock on.