I was staring at the monitor for 15 minutes, fidgeting in my seat, unable to clack away at the keys- blog-tied, yeah I think that’s the word. Blank screen, blank mind. The sweltering summer heat is just too much to bear. My mind wanders off, my thought processes become disjointed. A mixture of irritation and discomfort add to the festering lethargy that has taken hold over my mind. I’m not making any sense, am I?
I try Cayabyab’s Araw-Gabi on the piano. Bad idea. Hands feel like paws. Need to practice my scales again. Someone outside hears the music, has the temerity to rap the red metal gate loudly with a small rock, and asks if I can spare her some change. WTF. Here. She asks if I have old clothes. What’s wrong with these people?
I resume practicing. The phone rings. It’s Singapore. Oh, ok. Yeah, I’ll be sending the template EOD. By the way, spoke with Coke. Great. Thanks.
Another knock. A sit-down bible study? No! Are you nuts! You know what time it is? It’s freakin’ eleven o’clock in the morning. Yeah, Christ is a cool guy. He’s great. No I’m not making fun of Him. Dammit, oh excuse me.
I’m hungry. Not in the mood to cook, never been good at it, what, in this heat? No way.
Phone rings, again. Oh, maan. It’s Ali Baba. Dude, my life’s wasted. The hell do I care. I can’t live this way any longer. Can’t you introduce me to some white girl? I need a job. I want to move to Germany. No wait, to Spain. I don’t like the States, it’s so lonely there.
Ali Baba, if you must know, is 40 years old, single, lives with his rich parents, out of job, and keeps on dreaming of getting into bed with some white girl.
Why he thinks I make a good sounding board is beyond me.
Somebody outside the gate calls out, Sir, hi, we’re doing a survey on…No I’m not interested! Just five minutes. Did you hear me? But you get a free shaver. You think I can’t get myself one?
Mobile rings. It’s Shrek. Is 5-6 a good idea? Where should I put my money? In my pocket, you filthy SOB!
Cranky, eh? I know, it must be the heat.
I try Cayabyab’s Araw-Gabi on the piano. Bad idea. Hands feel like paws. Need to practice my scales again. Someone outside hears the music, has the temerity to rap the red metal gate loudly with a small rock, and asks if I can spare her some change. WTF. Here. She asks if I have old clothes. What’s wrong with these people?
I resume practicing. The phone rings. It’s Singapore. Oh, ok. Yeah, I’ll be sending the template EOD. By the way, spoke with Coke. Great. Thanks.
Another knock. A sit-down bible study? No! Are you nuts! You know what time it is? It’s freakin’ eleven o’clock in the morning. Yeah, Christ is a cool guy. He’s great. No I’m not making fun of Him. Dammit, oh excuse me.
I’m hungry. Not in the mood to cook, never been good at it, what, in this heat? No way.
Phone rings, again. Oh, maan. It’s Ali Baba. Dude, my life’s wasted. The hell do I care. I can’t live this way any longer. Can’t you introduce me to some white girl? I need a job. I want to move to Germany. No wait, to Spain. I don’t like the States, it’s so lonely there.
Ali Baba, if you must know, is 40 years old, single, lives with his rich parents, out of job, and keeps on dreaming of getting into bed with some white girl.
Why he thinks I make a good sounding board is beyond me.
Somebody outside the gate calls out, Sir, hi, we’re doing a survey on…No I’m not interested! Just five minutes. Did you hear me? But you get a free shaver. You think I can’t get myself one?
Mobile rings. It’s Shrek. Is 5-6 a good idea? Where should I put my money? In my pocket, you filthy SOB!
Cranky, eh? I know, it must be the heat.
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