No To Reading... For Now.

Christmas isn't the time to read. Or go watch movies for hours on end. It's just not that time. You see, recently I bought a copy of Angela's Ashes from the National Bookstore, only to find out on that very same day an exact copy of the book sold at a booksale for an eye-popping P70 only! See? And up until today, I still haven't had the chance to finish it. I've been drinking and eating my ass out. Well, it's Christmas for Pete's sake! As for watching DVD's, I recently borrowed a copy of Chuck 3 and I haven't moved from episode 1 yet.

The holidays really has its own way of bringing you the festive spirit, in good or not-so-good ways. Happy Happy Holidays everyone, still.

I AM...

SUCH A PROSCRASTINATOR!

Letter #5 - Someone You Haven't Met Yet

Dear Santa,

This would make my Christmas even merrier.


Hugs,
Chim

Letter #4 - Something You Hate

Dear Boredom,

You are a sore ass. You make my life miserable by making me count the hours, and the stretch is growing by the minute. You see, I'm stuck here in this lush greenery, where all I see are flags and people of worth, playing the boring game of golf. And here I am, after hitting on a burger and Sprite, still sitting here, watching these men play. I am a part of the small medical team sent here, you see. And guess who I am with? You!

Boredom, you are the master of all thieves. You take away a big chunk of my time doing nothing. You make me do crazy stuff, like writing this post using my phone. It is a chore, mister. I hate you and the life you are giving me. I do not want to be very busy either, but at the very least, cut me some slack. Help me not to be lethargic, to make my mind work. And it's best if you get out of my way. I am counting the hours to when I'll be going home. And isn't it too tiresome of a job to do?

Boredom, I think you should be heading home. And not to meet me again. Do not meet me ever again at ungodly hours, in my line of work, or even at home. Please do not screw my days, and I hope I'll never ever meet again your fat, stupid ass that's been doing nothing but making me sick. I hate you but please, on second thought, don't make me have too many patients either!

Meanwhile, I'm stuck here until these men become weary of their game. And I hope I'll get home sane, and do not meet me at the front door!

With all due respect,
Patrick

Letter #3 - Someone You Just Knew

Dear Brain Freeze,

I was supposed to follow the titles of that 'blogger' but I lost her account. Forever. I forgot her name. Geez, I have to blame it on my inclination towards the thought that my brain could hold up to a million things in a given span of time. But no, and I detest that thought.

Well, anyway, this entry should not have been written at this very moment. It should have been written on a weekend, when I'm too lazy to get up. And now's not that time. Tonight, I just want to get out and have a few bottles and lots of talk until midnight but since there's no one around to make that a reality, I'm pushing myself to rant and blab about things I could only think of once I end this sentence.

Mr. Blogger by the name of Brain Freeze, you sure are an intelligent writer. Like you, I love this girl so much and she's not mine. No, not anymore. I lost her around 3 years ago because I was naive, I was stupid, I had my whole mind in front of me, but my life past me. I was immature enough to fight for her because she never did. I was selfish, but men are like that sometimes. And sorry, I was one of them. Like you, I had another girlfriend who I had for some time, and who was crazy about me, but I was never in love with her. Actually, I had a handful, and sure thing, I was never in love with any of them. I should not have entered those relationships, I know, but things were hazy, and I was at the point of wanting to have someone just for the heck of it. And for a time, I thought it was the way things were supposed to go. And no, again, it was an act of stupidity. Of ignorance.

Like you, I'm a fan of Harry Potter. But due to its popularity, it lacked brilliance. That's where we differ, sorry. :) Anyway, I think you were right when you said that it really helps to skim other people's blog before starting anything. It helps in the general order of things, irons out your mind's clutter, hence, helping you make something worth reading. And your entry about your fans, it was so entertaining I was planning to copy it. But no, that will never happen don't worry. Hehe. And I, too, had an old blog which I left the day she left me. It was better than this.

I think I've already said too much when all I ever wanted was beer. LOL. I gotta go and wonder why I ever wrote this entry in the first place.

-Dots And Drafts

Letter #2 - The Last Person You Made A Pinky Promise To

Dear Ma'am Jo,

It was a pinky promise of sorts. And it was just for laughs, and maybe for keeps, but it was truly funny how it all started. You asked me to tell you "kun masapnan ka ni Ina nanglibak ka niya, or ni Merlyn, ingna ko", and you told me to be brutally honest when that time comes. And of course, I asked you to do the same thing.

It was funny. And it would be a breath-stopper kind of fun when that happens to you! Not me! :D

WARNING.

I actually had little time to think the past couple of weeks. I'm on night duty, and I usually spend my days sleeping or re running One Tree Hill. Ironically, time is getting slower and faster by the minute. How could I not miss writing? I just went blog hopping, started out from Bianca's until I came across a blog of a traveler and photographer, and geez, I'm so guilty I took this blog for granted in a while.

So the next entries I will try to write soon will be somewhat inspired by a lady whose blog featured more than 30 letters to different someones. And I'm planning on doing the same. It was fun, it took me up, took me down, gave me a different perspective on things. So, just so you'd know, that's how it will start by the next entry.

And, this is what I'll be doing, hopefully, while waiting for Chimboro's cute lil brother, Chimborito. :)

Imperfections.

...to those who are alone. They, too, have their story.

Rants.

Well today's just one of the many days where I want so much to have a beer night with some friends, and when you realize they're not there, you sulk and you want to do it so bad that you just turn your computer on in hopes of finding something worthwhile to get the thought out of your mind for a bit. And the past three days have been pretty bad, too much stuff going on inside my nose, my head hurts on a daily basis, all these, keeping me fuzzy and nervous and a little too vulnerable.

First, I have never been out on a real beer night in a few months. I mean, I have a few bottles every now and then, but not the type I used to have. I must have aged, and so I guess alcohol tolerance goes with it. The higher you age, the lower the tolerance level goes, contrary to popular belief. And yes, I do get drunk so often when I take a few bottles. And the hang-over. Ah! It's mind breaking.

I think I'm loving my morning shift the past fifteen days. Or thirteen, eleven coz I went on leave for a couple of days. No late marks on my DTR! *clap clap* I wasn't so keen about my ins and outs but when I incurred a 40-min late mark over a period of fifteen days, well, the rest, as they say, is history. But I'll let you in on a little bit. I was, you know, made to face THAT face. And by that, I mean a couple of eyebrows meeting somewhere over a crooked nose, eyes that pierce, and a voice, so tiny and sweet, you think nothing is happening. But the words! They were a bit, uh, devastating. In some sense, but who cares!? I made something wrong didn't I? And it was a small price to pay, I guess. Lucky me.

Hmmn, today I got the chance to visit a preggy "bro". I'm glad to finally see her tummy bulge so big, and so tight I thought for a second it might actually burst. I'm looking forward to seeing Baby Emerald in the next couple of weeks, and so the wait begins.

Ahhh, I'm talking endless here, nonsense. When all I ever want is to have a few casual drinks. Poor me, might end up later watching Chuck. Still, no beer.

Glee Mania.

Me: Dors, you look like Mercedes (of Glee).

Doris: Mercedes is ugly, so you mean I'm also ugly? SCREW YOU!

Hahaha. A good laugh I had last Tuesday :)

Halalan 2010.

Today, at half-past six in the evening, I exercised the right recently given me. The right to choose, to political franchise, to suffrage, to speak in an eloquent manner in a language known to all. It was a dare, a challenge, a privilege given to all, abused by many, and taken for granted by some. Today was momentous. A day of many firsts and crossed fingers.

Today was epic.

The Next Best Thing To Marlboro's.

The wait. It's killing me. For when my hands could finally meet yours (or any of your other companion's), it'll be a lifelong journey together. I can't wait for you to go to work with me, drive with me, see me through my struggles and achievements. I can no longer wait.

I cannot anymore.

Butanding!

I came across an article in the Phil Daily Inquirer earlier this afternoon that said Butanding! and my immediate reaction was "Why don't I write something like this" and my mind raced to find some thoughts meaningful enough to be posted. And it didn't take long, for when after Katie and Andrew got voted off in American Idol, I knew this time, it'd be some sensible post about someone so dear.

In my place of work, when one says the word Butanding, the image of a simple lady pops into everyone's mind. She, the lady with the eternal butterfly rash around her left cheek-- a sign of a battle she long fought, and I think she might win. The lady who insists she stands 6-feet tall, and I silently whisper Baka 4"6'; Who doesn't carry the weight of the world on her shoulders, but has enough body mass to keep her from bending forward, and it makes me laugh whenever she tries to. A woman who, earlier this morning at work, said 'fern' instead of 'fur' too many a time, which made me laugh so hard, I ended up sitting on the ground laughing my head off, and when I tried to stand, pushed me so hard I almost lurched myself forward to the ground. And I was too afraid my glasses would fall off, but instead of feeling sorry for myself, we both ended up laughing our butts off. And it was pure bliss under the early morning rays. She, who always take me by surprise when preparing food for dinner, makes the best ginamos there is, doesn't even mind if we eat Fiesta Beef Loaf straight from the can. She who speaks fluent Tagalog and broken English.

Above all these, I think Butanding is foremost, a mother. She who talks endlessly about her children's achievements, her son's new swimming pool, her daughter's pagdadalaga, her husband's honesty, and a few times, about her family's ups and struggles. She who calls me bosing; who scolds me when I'm not in the mood to eat and I only take a few bites; who reprimands my wrong, and praises my accomplishments; who teaches me the basics of life; who listens to me and stands by me, and never for a time, judged me.

For me, you are a transcendence. Of limits, of restrictions, and many times, the ordinary.

Looking forward to having dinner with you soon! :)

Need You Now by Lady Antebellum.

Thank heavens for your existence! You are making my life so much easier now. My heart skips a beat when I see your name, I hold my breath when you start your quiet little journey, and I exhale so deep in relief when you come to an end and silently cuddle in the arms. It was glad knowing you. I promise you we'll have a lifelong journey together.

VDownloader, I LOVE YOU! Meanwhile, you take a short rest while I attend to my car's needs. Time is Galleons!

Blackbird by Sarah Mclachlan.

Nostalgia came our way last night in the form of notes and lyrics. It amazed me how we both liked Katie Stevens' Let It Be, loved Lee's Hey Jude, and laughed aloud while listening to Siobhan Magnus's Across The Universe while trying to recall a co-worker who does a lousy rendition of the Fiona Apple cover. It made my heart skip a beat the way we both sang along over Sarah Mclachlan's Blackbird (while remembering Sean Penn's moment) and Bryan Adams and Mel C's When You're Gone. We reminisced how we played patintero and watched MTV when we were young while Sheryl Crow's My Favourite Mistake was playing in the distance. We laughed so hard because we had a really hard time remembering who sang Out Of My Head, and thanks to Google, I learned that it was Fastball.

Thanks for last night, babe. It was like having a pint of ice cream on a really hot and lazy afternoon. Orgasmic. :-D

PS: It was funny how you had a hard time saying Culture Club. :)

I Hope You Dance by Lee Ann Womack.

These dying roses remind me of

how fleeting young love could be.

And when these beauties die,

I assure you my love for you won't.

My Letter by 10th Concession.

...because you really do.

For You I Will (Confidence) by Teddy Geiger.

Taken about a couple of years ago.

:)

Lullabye by Shawn Mullins.

And now these three remain: Mr. Krabs water tumbler, a pack of cigarettes, and you. And the greatest of these is you.

Hehehe :D

ROOKIE.

I'm finally back. I think.

It's getting late, haven't slept decently, and I am bringing home lots of stuff to do. I am not so sure really if I could finish it all by Friday, and if I don't, then all hell will break loose. The hospital might turn ugly with all the screams, shrieks, and all the &*#^$ I think I'd get then. But if I can, then I'd be spared from all the talk, and I'd be one happy guy by the weekend.

Blogging, FB-ing, instead of working. Nothing really good to write. I'm a rookie here, again. And if you could spare me some time to act like one, and make mistakes here, then that would be greatly appreciated.

HELP. Badly needed.