On being pudding
Yesterday I admitted that I was evil. Today am admitting that I’m lazy.
If the Macapagal-Arroyo government ever intends to have me arrested, it should be for laziness because am such a sloth. Am too lazy to be a terrorist.. (little joke there, hehe; although I know it’s really not a laughing matter. Okay, so am laughing nervously…)
To jumpstart my brain I frequent bookstores and flog myself for being a lazy writer. i look at the rows and row of new publications books and magazines and newspapers at the newsagent’s and I mentally bang head against the closest wall and chide myself SO WHERE THE HELL IS YOUR OUTPUT?!
I’m a lazy reader as well because instead of reading new things, I keep rereading books I’ve read, oh, hundreds of times before. I hunt for bargains in Booksale (and yeah, there’s this ukay-ukay bookbin in the building next door to Alimall and I brought two books by British contemporary authors I read about somewhere) and then I stick my finds in the bookshelf where dust will gently but inevitably settle. Oh the sadness of being an unread book on the bookshelf! I imagine them crying at night, insulted and almost mortally hurt at being surrounded by other books well-read and well-worn.
Anyways, I’m lazy.
Jut last night as I plodded my way home I thought to myself how come I don’t make new friends anymore. I mean, am really lucky to make at least one friend a year (I was lucky last year in Hong Kong when I made more than three — jackpot year for me), but then am so lazy in keeping up friendships. The more recent, newer ones, I mean. I simply cannot be bothered anymore. On a Friday night after I’ve changed and gotten into my pambahay and I’ve settled on the couch like milk almond pudding, not even the summons of two of my closest friends in the world could get me up and out for iced tea and cake or whatever.
I wasn’t like that before. Not that I was ever a party-goer, but I did like hanging out.
Now, well, am milk almond pudding settled on the couch.
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Macapagal-Arroyo delivers her sixth SONA on Monday. Prepare to throw up on her on offering of lies and deceits.
I hope it doesn’t rain, but just in case, I wish there’d be a command that participants would wear swim suits under their clothes so there’d be no need for umbrellas, etc. It’s such a hassle, carrying umbrellas. I frequently lose them, so more often than not I don’t bring one. Also, if it doesn’t rain, the government will make it rain through one way or another: cloud seeding, or having the fire department take out their fire engines loaded with filthy water and threaten the rallyists with an sudden shower.
