YOU

You.

Look at me
With eyes filled with love
Kiss me with your sweet soft lips
Overpowering my senses

Taking over my mind

My body yields

Longing for your touch

Wishing for your kiss

My heart skips a beat

At the sight of you

Naked, moaning, trembling

Writhing in intense heat

Desire splits asunder

Your name escapes my lips

Our passion took us higher

Until we reached total bliss

My Brain Still Works

I've just realized something. It's not anything life-changing, nor is it one of those save-the-world-realizations. It's just something that suddenly crept up and latched onto my mind while I was surfing the Internet at the office. As usual, it's another boring day at work. Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, my realization. It's very simple so don't laugh.

I've just realized that this job I have is freakin' awesome!!! I mean, I work from 2-11 p.m., don't have a dress code at the office, only work for about 4 hours max and procrastinate the rest of the time and I have holidays on regular working days for most people. Perfect time to go to the beach while everyone's busy in the city. It's effin' fantastic! So why do I hate my job?

Uhmmmmmm....I have no clue.

I didn't really plan on being an English teacher/trainer. I just kinda fell in to it back in college and kinda never looked back since. But I am looking back now. And I don't think this is the right job for me. Not forever, at least. It's not very fulfilling for me. Don't get me wrong - I love being paid just talk to someone over the phone for 10 or 15 minutes at a time. It's probably one of the easiest jobs in the world. It's just not very intellectually stimulating. I honestly feel stupid at times.

I've been in this industry for about 8 years now. It was fun at first. I got to earn a lot of money and enjoy my life. Then it became a bit tedious. Then it felt monotonous. And now, it feels suffocating. I literally have to convince myself to go to work everyday. And it's getting harder to convince me to go to work as each day passes. Work feels like a clingy, emotionally-draining ex-girlfriend that always wants to get back together with you. Not that I've ever had a clingy, emotionally-draining ex-girlfriend. At least I didn't think she was clingy or otherwise.

I don't know. I think I'm just burned out. Haven't had a decent vacation in 3 years. I think I need a nice, long break. Somewhere quiet. A secluded or an empty beach where I can laze around and have "emo" moments away from prying eyes. I wanna lie on powdery-white sand and look up at the bright blue or maybe cloudy sky. I wanna hear the sound of the waves lapping on the shore. I need to get away and recharge.

Or maybe I should just stop my whining and find something creative to do. Any suggestions?

My Epic Friday

Friday is my favorite day of the workweek. Because Friday is the end of the workweek. Which means that the moment I clock out at the office, I can do whatever I damn well please over the next two days without having to worry about anything. The weekend is my time to either go crazy and party, or recharge and just smoke at home or at a beach somewhere. But yesterday was a Friday that I never want to experience again!

It started pretty well. Woke up feeling great since I smoked the night before. Had brunch, smoked again then got ready for work. Work was neither hectic nor stressful. I teach English online in Ortigas. Our office is great - no dress code, no restrictions on what website to open, lots of breaks - and my colleagues are funny and crazy most of the time. So my workweek was ending on a high note. Not for long.

When we left the office at 11p.m., the rain had just stopped so I decided to walk to Meralco Ave. with a couple of co-workers and commute home instead of trying to find a place to hang out. Besides, my wallet was down to its last 500 and I didn't want to withdraw any more. Just as we reached PLDT along Emerald Ave., it started drizzling and so we took out our umbrellas and continued walking. I was still in a chirpy mood then.

Before we knew it, the rain was pounding on our umbrellas and the wind was whipping my short hair all over my face. I could feel my socks getting wet inside my Converse sneakers (thank God for durable and comfy Chuck Taylors!) and the lower part of my denim jeans also getting drenched. But since it was the weekend, I still didn't care that much. Besides, I was going home so who cares what I look like when I get there.

By the time I reached the gate of my subdivision, I wanted to pick a fight with someone and beat the living daylights out of them. I've been squished inside a jeepney with other wet people feeling pretty much the same way I was for the past 30 minutes. I wanted to kill myself for taking a jeepney instead of taking a cab. When I got past the guard house, there was a line of tricycles waiting for passengers.

I thought to myself, "Fuck it, I'm drenched anyway what's a little more water on the way home? Besides, the house is just 5 minutes on foot".

So I walked and as fate would have it, a couple of cars splashed more water down my pants and shoes as they passed. By then, I just wanted to get home, jump in the shower, eat a late dinner, play with my dog, roll a couple of joints, smoke and drink Bacardi until I feel better.  Which I did until about 3 a.m.

That's how my week ended. LOL

Eating Rapunzel's hair

After a long and tiring (read: all day spent on Facebook and Youtube) day at work, I came home and smoked with my brother while talking outside our house. Then we decided to eat a late dinner around 1 a.m. Leftover was ground beef in tomato sauce with minced carrots and potatoes, otherwise known as Giniling to us, the taxpaying public. And lots and lots of rice. We finished off the beef in two rounds. We then ate this shredded pork thing we found in our food cabinet. I think it's from Thailand since my sister recently traveled there for a conference.

Anyway, this shredded pork thing - it looks and tastes just like the pork floss available in Breadtalk - is mindblowing delicious! We had another round of rice with shredded pork and what tomato sauce was left from the beef.

As my brother was eating the pork and rice with much gusto, he suddenly said, "Imagine if this was Rapunzel's hair, no?"

I, picturing him devouring Rapunzel's hair till her scalp was visible, burst out laughing and said, "Dude, with you, she won't have hair left!!!"

We both laughed and tossed gross descriptions of my vision back and forth as my brother helped himself to another serving of shredded pork spread over bread with cheese. After wolfing that down, he fiddled with the remote choosing a song to play while I hijacked his laptop and started my first ever blog. So YAY for me!

Finally, a better use of my time online than surfing the Internet till my brain freezes. Although I still have no idea what I'm gonna blog about. But for now, I'll just blog about my life and my imaginary life (I really do have one!haha just kidding!).

Anyhoo, I'm sleepy now and my brain is taking longer than usual to construct sentences. I think all the blood is concentrated on my stomach to digest that supposed snack that turned into a buffet-like quantity of a dinner. Now that last sentence took a lot of willpower.

So, good night, who ever is out there! Sweet dreams!