UNHOLY WEEK

It has begun.

This is like my most dreaded time of the year.

But for this year, I wouldn't very much be bothered since I have committed myself to work overtime all through out. From Palm Sunday to Black Saturday.

Me and my officemates started the Holy Week with a blast.


For the real holy week the theme of Monday night is vigilance, symbolized by the parable of the ten virgins, some of whom were caught unprepared for the bridegroom to arrive. The parable suggests the need always to be ready, for judgment.

For our Monday night, buckets and buckets of SanMig Light were drained last night for one of those after-shift- -even-though-tomorrow-we-still-have-work-night-outs.

And for crying out loud we are not even close to be called virgins!

When our rational minds were soaked with brain-deadening alcohol. The divas were unleashed. And I swear to Gawd! My throat is still fucking sore/

Anyway, this is what I thought about on Holy Monday:

I usually wake up at around 1 pm. I got up almost the same time yesterday,
turned on the TV to shake the cobwebs of my nightmares of being molested by my
supervisor. And for chrissake, since birth eat bulaga is doing this holy week
special and Gawd! I couldn't be any more appalled from what I have seen for the
first five minutes of my conscious life that day. I really couldn't understand why this people act. They are good in making people laugh. They should fucking let it that way.

I'm addicted to TROPICANA, this orange juice drink that tastes like TANG.

Francis is quite devastated when he heard that Hershey would be
the new QA analyst of the account. Francis is like looking forward that
management would promote somebody within the account to be the new QA analyst
but the thing is, Hershey was transferred from an already non-existent account
so the company is just being practical in utilizing idle employees. That's why.

I still haven't seen Million Dollar Baby or any movie in fact
since Phantom. Shit!

When I opened my downelink, I saw a comment on one of my blog entries there:

comment lang ako ha. i wish there was
some kind of pill to help you forget him. he wasn't, or ISN'T for that matter,
up par for you. what kept you with him is the history you shared with him and
the fact that he will never see you the way you do him. sasamahan ko na ng
advice itong comment ko, stop hoping, it'll only keep on hurting
you.

Well, Arthur mah friend! Thanks for your deep concern. (Sabi ko na nga ba, mahal mo pa rin ako eh. Peace!) I'm over him. I can say that with conviction. It's
been so long (new year pa yata 'yon) since I last talked to him. Haaaaaay. I'm
fucking over him. I just want to have my memories and my previous feelings for
him be fossilized in my writings. Yun lang.

HAPPY HOLY MONDAY TO EVERYONE!!!!!