adventures of a couch potato

the ch'i and the tao would have difficulty in balancing out the mid-torso, according to one geomancer. it had to be true since for the longest time i have to picky with what i eat. otherwise they would end up in vomit. it could be that thousand peso steak dinner that i'm unable to digest or the mango almond blizzard from dairy queeen. more often than not it's cafeteria food. the challenge now is to drive myself in this queasy disposition. wobbly legs and sleepy eyes. i was anticipating traffic since it was sona. but it all turned out fine. tuesday -- coding day-- is a different story. so i have to get my license from city hall and pay a hefty five hundred. guess my luck has run out. damn it.

Day 1 -- the open road would always bring a new adventure. this is not another crash bandicoot level where i could throw bowling bombs and the car ahead would blow into smithereens. i have to signal, gear down and steer. always appropriately. there are a million to one simulations. i'm always glad to get to the office in one piece. me and picachu and my carpool.

also known as foot spa boy in green scrubs versus the feet from hell. i have to give it to the guy who is a perfectionist in his chosen career. my feet (and legs) feel new and dandy after a million or so scrubs scrubs scrubs scrubs scrubs scrubs scrubs sigh scrubs scrubs scrubs scrubs scrubs scrubs scrubs one moment while i clean my spatula scrubs scrubs scrubs scrubs scrubs scrubs. this new concept of scrubbing feet in a dimly-lit room kind of gets to me. it spells something illicit, or that's just my illegal anthennae at work. bro said i have dirty mind insinuating that ellen have something else for charice. well, i've seen her ogling and it's not without malice.  

countdown to extinction. roughly two weeks transmutated to six days in my grand stalkin' calendar. jelly ace could not --ever-- resist the temptation of draining blood off my face and chilling my hands (and feet) to a frostbite. there she goes with the cloned korean royalty in tow. good thing i did not insist on betting next cut off's pay for the daring feat. yep, as kaladkarin as the last one. i continued eating my ginisang upo with giniling while their eyes bulged like UFOs in warp speed. wake me up when september ends. mahwang has arrived. "sinong TL nyo?" -- this is the first question you have to ask. daggers flew out of my eyes. ay powtah ka these as squinty as yours. these are the first words out of your hideously charming self? take me to your leader (let's see what she's got before i cut her throat and feast on her tiffany-shaped sorry excuse for a heart). chelita was beaming like a six year old high on acid. yes, she could have died experiencing nirvana in the next half hour. mine would be khankhunkernitz -- the fifth level of happines defined by chito miranda. you guys have to make me cut the cake of the month. having so much fun watching me trying real hard not to fumble with the knife. betting on how long i could keep my composure. that would be give or take thirty minutes before i broke down and squealed oh em gee gemini! thank god you are far off to frodo's house to the double doors.  

i'm such a sucker for pretty things. the cake or the clone? i would have to say both. would i lose my religion for your protestant beliefs? considering the possibility that you may not be catholic. djalang. maybe i can.  

touch the color green. animo la salle. 081607

this would be a good day for the marble floor to crack open and swallow me whole. take me to your master... right now!
jellyace disturbed my peaceful lunch of ginataang kalabasa and beef teriyaki. there she goes with kimchi in tow. where is that invisibility cloak when i most need it? here goes a bigger problem: where would i go for lunch?

i stare at the keyboard with nothing good to write, except for the fact that you are within earshot. it marks a really good day to blog. the universe may have contracted to vaporize m1. my universe has just expanded to reveal a most amazing scenery. do i have the license to stare blankly when MCD falls apart?  i may not have this luxury for long. then, may i just have the permission to lean?

there should be no hint of regret for all things given up and left behind. it is not a question of one's strength or capability, but rather a deeper understanding of what one seek to achieve in less a hundred years of existence, i.e. get involved with a person who understand and respect you, buy a decent house, a decent car and a job that pays. again, there is only one mantra that sums up a worthwhile earthly existence, "simplify your need." reviewing my checklist, i still don't have a car. i want to think that i'm getting there. just waiting for christmastime. everything, else is in place. oh wait, i'm thnking twice about the house. a condo unit just won't do.

restlessness and anxiety are strange bedfellows. question is, why do i let myself be dragged into this kind of trouble. people having this idea that i can do something out of the ordinary is unfathomable. i can't even pronounce the latter correctly. i am so afraid of not delivering according to standard -- their standard. maybe i'll just sit there and talk my way out. not exactly my best capability at this time. whatever happened to simplifying things? i really want to know.  

the sun the sand and the waves. my muse, apparently upset or rather disappointed about my habits, whipped and slapped this body unto the crashing waves, onto the thousand year old rocks. bruised and cut. eyes blood red from saltwater. i finally made it to shore. with aching arms and all-too scratched foot. in the morning, i flopped onto the sea like i flopped onto my bed. it tells me everything will be just fine, the morning after. 

i left my housekey and almost ended up having lunch at the hallway. that's not so inconvenient just a little embarrassing. and, the perfect excuse to lounge at the clubhouse, hotwire my brain to www.youtube.com. this addiction with zhengyuanchang and cronies is so pimpin'! just enough to get the electrolytes in line and whirring as a well-oiled machine.