>asl?
>fine:
(subtitle: a very labo post)

uneventful is how i would describe a day wherein:

• i do some funky stuff with some guy over the telephone just before i pull that sleeping mask over my eyes, and the new day heralded not by some rooster but by my snoring
• i wake up to such scorching heat, i turn the aircon on and then i sleep again
• i wake up at 3pm, rush a 300-word write-up for the contributor's page and turn the TV on just to see two guys fight over Sexbomb Rochelle in Daisy Siete
• i arrive at enterprise plaza, an hour late for a staff meeting, and still leave the damn building with parking fee jacked up to a hundred
• i insist, and just may have succeeded in doing so, to do the styling in the fashion spread
• i am given a new article to work on: skin care section, which i know nothing about since i only smolder my face with whatever's in my bathroom
• i hear two versions of "last kiss" on the radio as i pass through that supercongested cubao tunnel and all the dirt and smoke and squalor of manila is sticking to my face because the windows are down since my aircon is still broken. it had been for a month now.
• i meet up with a former officemate and rant the whole night. in two locations.
• i rush a report for class the following day

what i really miss is that feeling that nothing matters because they really don't. i also miss the time when my reading list did not matter; that i would not be judged for reading too little or for reading not-too-literary stuff life rushdie or borges. i miss reading those quark henares stories. (wonder if he still writes...and where to find these pieces) i miss being so sensless and being amusing to make up for it. i miss being something.

posted by carl @ 4:43 AM