The alarm clock was blaring., the radio was blasting, and I was rushing to the shower to freshen up. I finish my morning rituals and put on my working clothes. Dang, there’s a crease in my Tom Hilfiger polo (which I bought from Goodwill for $5.. nyahahahaha) – and my Levi’s 501 (bought from clearance sale at the outlets for $15) – I have to iron it. Actually, I didn’t iron it when I got it out of the dryer so I have to take it off, remove it, and iron it – walang katulong dito – DO-IT-YOURSELF. Good thing my mom raised me right. She taught us how to cook, wash and iron our clothes at a young age. Just in case magkasakit daw wife namin – we do the work, or else she’ll personally twist our heads till we do it right. I head to the kitchen, pop open a box of oatmeal, drop some granola chunks, a dash of lactose-free and fat-free milk, and chew it slowly.
What was I thinking? It’s a Saturday – I get a pass to be less of a health buff today – forget the oatmeal – am having rice, fried eggs, and sausage. While at it, might as well, check my email and get on AP. Darn, AP – I will be stuck again… so much good stuff to read, so little time – but, it’s….. SATURDAY. Ooops… brain fart moment.
Maybe, load up on carbs, I have to play tennis at 11am today. Have lunch at the Pinoy lunch buffet – have some galunggong or tilapia, some bagoong, and my favorite pinakbet – Ilokaok style, like my grandma used to make.
I just remembered, the restroom needs cleaning, dried clothes from last week still have to be folded, I need to vacuum my room, and I need to dust the rest room. Will do that this afternoon. Take a nap afterwards. Freshen up for the evening, have a quick shower, get into the 5-speed manual transmission 1.8 liter double twin cam rice machine called 08 corolla (would have been a Tacoma pickup, but traded it in after gas prices went through the roof, which is nothing compared to what I used to spend on my V6 Supra) – and swing by a friend’s house and head to the destination for the week – a bar, a buddy’s band practice sesssion.
We go to the jam session, there’s lotsa food, lotsa music, lotsa singing, conversation, 20 pinoy couples showed up – members of the church choir, but this wasn’t about church – this was about the beatles, the eagles, bee gees, earth wind and fire – no religion, no politics, nothing about the economy – laughter fills the air, I get a shot of Captain Morgan’s rum – and get ready to do a number – “Crazy Little Thing Called Love” – ahhh… feel that liquid courage flowing… get a buzz.. grab the mike, the drummer hits a drum roll, a buddy plays a riif (yes Matilda, it’s a real band with bass guitar, electric guitar, KORG keyboards, and amps – the whole she-bang). I am actually waiting for the cops to show up anytime to bust our chops because I feel we are playing too loud. Thank goodness for good acoustics, we are having a blast – let the cops show up – THAT’S A PARTEEEEE.
Its nearly 2AM, party is winding down – I have my doggie bag ready, love those leftovers – I want some ube jam, a bit of dry pork adobo, pancit luglug, and the pork kebabs. Its 230AM, we head out the door, beso beso, ek ek ek, it’s a bit chilly, dashed into the rice machine, turned the engines on, A/C is on, MP3 player is hooked up, radar detector is on, GPS is on. Hmmm, do I have to radio air traffic control? A cup of double espresso please before my eyelids drop to the floor.
Its 2:45AM, I get on the tollway, Good that I have my transponder, I don’t have to stop and pay the toll, I just breeze through the toll way , take the exit to another freeway, and floor it. Radar detector shows a clean sweep – but am not pushing my luck, just do plus ten on the speed limit max – another weekend, and am not cruising at 80mph (120kph). I get home by 3:30AM, have a glass of water, change into my PJs, and crash. Tomorrow is another day.
I have vague images of workers rallying to protect the companies which abuse them, they want better wages but they don’t want companies which can deliver a better deal into the economy, what makes them think that the domestic companies are about to give in. I just laugh – hit the domestic companies hard – how? bring in foreign companies, nothing like a threat to the bottom line that will shake people up – so what if the domestic company closes up (frankly, it will not, it will shape up before it closes up; gives you enough time to get a job in the foreign company – payback is a bitch) or.. become an entrepreneur.. darn idiots. Kaya na-truncheon, dahil tanga.
Hay naku, mabuti na lang I am kind to animals – party animals like me. Why bother kung gusto nila magpakatanga e di magpakatanga sila, basta ba naman e maglinis sila matapos silang magrally – or matutong magboto ng wasto, don’t vote for scheming bloody oligarchs like Noynoy Aquino.
Makapagtulog na nga before I write another piece on AP – wicked!