My World is a Flood

What a bummer. It's a Friday night, I'm all by my lonesome, writing this blog. What has my world come to? To make matters worse, I can't even seem to access my Yahoo Messenger...now I can't even find solace in knowing that I know other people in the same predicament that I'm in. I swear, the last few weeks have felt like as if the whole world has been conspiring against me.

Just last week, I lost my phone. After vain efforts in search of my damnable phone, I managed to have my line stopped and transferred to a new sim. But in the 12 or so hours that I was "phoneless," I literally felt disconnected from the world. I just realized how dependent we all are with our phones. I still remember in days past when cellphones were items of amazement and pagers were only for the high society. Things were seemingly more exciting back. When you get a girl's number, you couldn't just text and feel things through...you had to call the girl straight up. It's like stage when you jump into the 6 holes leading to Takeshi's Castle. You're going in blind. Sometimes you win, sometimes you end up with a dark hand mark on your face.

It's been such a hassle refilling my phonebook too. I messaged everyone on my yahoo and post a bulletin on friendster and my yahoo groups. Since i didn't change numbers, I guess the ones who had it didn't even bother sending in their numbers to me. So now my world seems more diminished than it was before my mishap.

At work, we were scheduled to have a lockdown of our database starting wednesday to friday. Lockdown means we can't edit our database, meaning no work! I woke up on Monday with a surprising motivation to work. That would sound quite shocking to my officemates...I'm sure they know how much motivation I have to work, or at least the lack thereof. I planned to go God-mode for Monday and Tuesday so I could get ahead on my deadlines. I got a ton of work done on Monday, but lo and behold, when I got to work on Tuesday, I received an email saying that the lockdown was in effect 5am that day. Shit. My plans are scuttled once more.

So I went to take a test in the Bank of Commerce on Thursday. It was at 830am, and I was dressed to kill, or at least to ace a test. But as I was sitting there filling up a dull application form in a crappy looking conference room/holding cell, I decided to just leave the fucking place. I couldn't see myself working in a bank, you know, wearing uniforms and calling every superior "Sir, Ma'am." Feeling quite dejected, I walked straight to McDo and got myself some breakfast, even though I wasn't hungry at all. It was depressing eating a solitary breakfast in a so-called 'happy place.' I kept thinking to myself how sarcastically funny it was to have dressed up in leather shoes and a tie just to eat in McDonald's, just like the way people like to dress up to drink coffee at Starbucks. After a quick meal, I headed straight back to my condo and smoked a quarter of a pack in succession. It was after my 5th stick that I realized that my ID was missing as I was combing for my cluttered necktie in my bag. Eternal Damnation. I smoked two more. Jesus H. Christ, it was such a lousy day, and it wasn't even past 10 yet. One more stick.

The rest of my day was really crappy after that morning. But I was floored by a crazy moment in the elevator on the way back home. When I got into the lift, there was a fairly old looking woman with me, and she was standing by floor buttons. Being nice, she said, "Don't worry hijo, we're going aff." (Like affirmative?!?) Living in the Philippines my whole life, I guess I'm sort of used to that. I neither had a smirk nor a smile. So she continues, "Anong floor kayo?" I quickly responded. "P." I was quite perplexed when she went on to press the 5th floor. Not minding the little screw up, I went ahead and pressed P. Seeing her mistake, she turns and says to me, "Ay, P...as in Penthouse pala. Akala ko kasi P as in Pifth." It was only when I stepped out of the elevator when I realized what a freakin' classic moment that was. I couldn't stop laughing for 15 mins. Alone. Smoking a few faggs.

That incident also reminded me of another while I was window shopping at Celio in Greenbelt. They had a loft in the store where they displayed some discounted items. I was looking for a good pair of jeans, but I just couldn't find the right fit. With some pair on hand, I went to the sales lady and asked her about the available cuts of pants in the store. "Miss, meron ba kayo yung fit na cut yung jeans?" "Ay, wala po dito, pero sa baba po, meron," she replied. Then I go, "Ah, talaga? Pwedeng bang makita?" And she answers, "Pwede po, pero regular fries sila." Confused, I ask, "Ano po?" Her response, "Regular fries po." And then BOOM, it struck me, it struck me hard. I had to hold up the pair of jeans I was holding between us, and act as if I was checking it out, as I stole a quick but horribly suppressed laugh.

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Today at work, I was going down to have an early smoke with the boys at work, and as I was mulling about my bag for my pack, I found my missing ID. I swear, either a dwende is playing tricks with me, or I'm more of a clutz than Homer Simpson, but I searched high and low in and out of my bag the day before and I just couldn't find it. I remember rifling through my bag at least 3 times that day. And now it just magically shows up. I as sure as hell would like to think I'm quite smarter than Homer, so maybe a dwende is having his way from with me. I remember joking around at work that I have a dwende living under my table named Dwendino. Well I guess Dwendino thinks it's funny to contribute to my misery.

So now it's the weekend, and i'm so looking forward to sleeping in for the next two days. I decided to buy an original set of Warcraft III so that I could play my new favorite game, DOTA, whenever I'm home. I swear, DOTA is so addicting! I've been playing strategy games since we had an old XT computer. I used to play games like Ancient Art of War at Sea, Wings of Fury, Battletech and old school Dragonlance and Forgotten Realms RPG's (I doubt anyone knows what I'm talking about). But I think the game that defined modern strategy games was Dune 2. Not a lot of people have actually played the game, but i believe it was the first of strategy format that we know today. Of course, Warcraft totally revolutionized the strategy format, and it's multiplayer off-shoot, DOTA, is probably half the reason why I'm still sane today. It's hard to explain the game to you, here on my blog, unless you've actually played it, so maybe i'll tell you about it next time. But Jesus H. Christ, were not for this stress buster, I would be climbing on the backs of my officemates. At work, I play DOTA around two hours a day. That's the probably the only thing I look forward to when I come to work (not discounting the chix, of course!).

Now I ask myself, what's there to look forward to next week? It's SSDD. Same Shit, Different Day (of Dreamcatcher fame). Wait, it's actually more like, SSDFD: Same Shit, Different Fucking Day. I guess I'll wait. I'll bide my time. I'm sure something will come up soon. It better.