Extraneously Yours #004
May 31, 2007
My house meri (house maid) turned-up last Monday morning after she went AWOL over the weekend leaving me drowning in a pile of laundry which rivaled the pile of shit in my miserable life. Apparently, her husbands’ consistent insobriety led to another shoving episode and she found herself rolling ala Heidi from a hilltop and hurt her left arm. She’s forgiven her husband. My laundry is all done. My pile of shit is here to stay.







Speaking of forgiveness, I pray that my dear cousin will understand why I can’t make it to his wedding. I’ve realized more than I’m willing to accept that I’m supposed to be there to stand-in for my late father. Thing is, that is exactly why I can’t be there as I need to be here in Port Moresby and work.

Best friend is not very happy with this. I’m not either. We planned to do a road trip with the undertone of a soul searching gig which would have been the best thing to do as I need him right now more than anytime before. I’m f**** for giving precedence to my work.

Tomorrow is day-1 of my part-time job. The pay is good. It affords me to travel to Australia or Fiji or Bali every month or for me to buy a Nokia N-series phone every 30 days. But I feel like bailing-out from it. I’m thinking of doing yoga classes or some therapy instead. I’m not sure extra green is the best way to deal with depression.

I shouldn’t be writing yet. This one turned out very honest but very negative. Not good.

Anyway, the very best to everyone.


31 May 2007

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May 01, 2007
Darn!


April’s “Things of the Month” is due for today’s posting but I have to stall that for a while to allow for a personal entry.

I was trying to finish the monthly list when MS Outlook belled the mail I’ve been expecting for the past few days. De*** To*** To***’s HR “after careful consideration” paired my application with the adjective “unsuccessful”.

If only my day would have been remotely like the day Cher won the Oscar I would have aromatically dispensed this thing with a Vietnamese pork chop lunch fart but no, there wasn’t a Moonstruck rerun earlier in the morning. I found myself dialing DTT’s Human Resources.

It was past 5:00 and I was half-hoping they’ve all left the office. I half-wanted to know why they think that I am unfit for the job. Conversely, I half-wanted not to know. The emphatic ringing from the receiver was resonating like my nagging thoughts about my undistinguished career and for that reason I actually wished for someone to pick up. And someone did.

A lovely voice recited the obligatory greetings. “That’s right Bryan, obligatory—the niceness and the greetings so don’t be fooled. Earlier they thought you were just kidding when you mentioned in your resume that you graduated with honors. Hello! It’s Labor Day tomorrow not April Fools day! Bite, Bryan bite” I thought. But there was no biting; my niceness got the better of me. Expectedly (and annoyingly), I simmered down at push button and gracefully asked them to (please) get back with me with a more detailed rejoinder as to why this audacity against my application. “For future references”, I appeased.

I’ve dealt with failures a lot more devastating than this but today I almost snapped. The whole day I was working my ass off while my multi-tasking mind allowed me to be pensive on where I’m taking this bubbly hardworking ass to. It would have been the last straw.

It’s been eight years since graduation. Aside from an half finished master’s degree and jobs that won some bread and paid for a bit of partying and shopping, a pat in my back is still a long shot from where I am now.

Unfortunately, Jimmy closed her salon earlier than the usual. Not that he’d dare touch my hair when I’m pissed off anyway so I withdraw the option of sporting a bald head for the two parties I’m attending this coming Saturday.

I went home. I ate a lot of pop corn and chips. I spooned all 250mg of Nutella into my pie hole while watching Ugly Betty. Darn! How did Betty manage to get two men fighting over her? Darn! Even that isn’t happening to me anymore. Darn!


01 May 2005

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February 15, 2007
I Wish the Tales of Mother Goose are true.

I feel lazy, gang-raped tired and sleepy.


In many ways a weeklong repose in Pangasinan is a viable relief. But just the thought of the five-hour air travel and an another five-hour bitter romance with Victory Liner and the obligatory VISA bills afterwards is the very anti-thesis of what I’m after—some f*** rest.

Wouldn’t it be great if we humans can elect to die temporarily?

I’m not talking about being medically dead and then waking-up from coma later or the excommunicable undertone of death and resurrection and the founding of a new religion. I’m thinking more in the vein of death-like deep sleep—ala hibernation.

Falling into a cavernous sleep without the need to eat and excrete, do debit-credit, answer phone calls, send tuition-money back home, add weird people to your FRIENDSTER list, blah blah blah and wake-up like you’re zany Cameron Diaz the morning after an earth-shattering Justin Timberlake shag would be liberating.

But reality bites.

Someone please bring me a spindle and tell me Charles Perrault’s version of the “Sleeping Beauty” is a non-fiction.

I still feel lazy, gang-raped tired and sleepy.

15 February 2007

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December 29, 2006
Rambling to 2007

Fridays uncommonly serve me as downers. And during uncommon circumstances we’re left to wonder who moved the cheese and wonder further who wrote the Celestine manuscript?

I’m guessing it’s that feeling of sadness and longing to be at home with family and friends when away from them.

Now, what would I be doing if I were back at home? I’d be asleep.

Maybe it’s that tiredness within me. Nah! Having read and assumingly understood what James Redfield prophesied on, it’s just my control dramas now playing.

Still, in my state of destitution, in the face of all my fashion transgressions, as my spa/sauna-deprived circumstances, I am thankful. My nomadic, adorable Filipino friends in Port Moresby keep me at bay from insanity-ville. My Caucasian comrades keep me intoxicated every so often and have them to thank for a marine social life onboard MV Dolphin Blue. I have a job that runs my brain at minimum function deterring further malfunction. My family rings me up regularly for hi’s and hellos during which effecting my dollar purchasing power as well. My blog… well my blog as my life needs some revision this coming 2007.

I might exploit this into a long, mushy, rambling story. I better do something else. [No, I don’t masturbate anymore.]

29 December 2006

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