Jabber

The smell of fried stuff in the wind is barring my nostrils. Same wind that touches my skin gives me shivers all over my body. Rumbling about in my mind right in this moment is my urge to walk away and leave. This isn't the place for me. If I fall down, who's gonna be there to catch me? If I humiliate myself, who's gonna be there to back me up? The food in the wind is slowly reaching the gates of my brain indicating my slowly fading energy. How I wish I don't hear the sound of the radio with a dying battery; when your ears slowly closes its windows; when your eyes start to snap out; when your brain shuts down.. all in a blink of an eye.

These fingers that type the words from my head are cold. I shake them once, twice to eliminate the numbness. It leads right through my arms and neck, it makes me feel tired. My eyes are tired. They're open, but they sting. How I wish Mr. Headache isn't coming today. This isn't the right time. If he does, what would happen to me? If I stumble in pain, where'd I go? And the wind is there again...; clock ticks as if I'm about to be executed...; the sand in the hourglass drops rapidly... time stops -

Okay, so enough of the drama. All I really wanted to say was that I'm hungry. And I know I noticed I've been hungry all the time when I write stuff, but I'm still slim (people even call me "thin" which I hate). So I gotta stuff up. More like fatten up a bit or something. Well I don't really care as long as my innards are fine. I'm always concerned about them you know we can never really tell what's happening inside. I mean literally and not emotionally. :D But in this case with APAC, some changes must be done. You know, I can barely eat on time, or even eat at all..and nobody would care, hell yea even if you drop dead and rot. I'm currently looking at the pictures from the party we had last Saturday, December 11, 2010. It was our year-end party themed Glam Rock and looking at the pics remind me of the possible last Christmas celebration I'll have with APAC. But that's okay, that's life.

Now is it safe to say that my ass hurts? Damn I've been sitting for almost half of the day. I don't feel anything at all besides the fact that my eyes hurt right now. And tomorrow, I'm going undertime with work because I need to process some papers. Plus I really need to get my kringles to stop myself from paranoia. I think a lot about so many things these past few days, even when I'm busy the most. Maybe it's a big part of being me: I think a lot. Like normally. Last night in my sleep I felt like falling, flying, swimming..then there was this ascending noise (and no it wasn't my alarm). That was like 15 minutes after going to bed and I was half awake (couldn't really sleep well actually). And right now I'm rewinding to the old days..high school days.. - no I don't wanna go back there, no.

Why are these people screaming???!! I hate it. What the hell is going on at the other side of the world?? Is it really really worth screaming and shouting?! Urgh. This isn't a noisy place, the whole friggin place is a huge noise walled and housed. If only I could tell em to stop screaming 'cause they're annoying me while I write my post! Haha. I'll just park my pen right here then. You can check out the-ultimate-show for more posts and the latest ones with Glee.

"FitFlop"

First, who's the freak who created that title? Second, why?

Well, we're sitting here again in boredom, but this time instead of lovers cuddling in their uniforms I see FitFlop. FitFlops like flipflops, yes. That's a brand name for expensive slippers they sell beside us (with their red, long, creative booth). It matches the prices of the slippers actually. And why? Because when I was thinking about what to write, it's the first thing I saw. Simple and stupid as that.

We have 3 and a half hours time to find out if we're going to survive this day. And it's cold. Like the usual, I starved to death. This is also the first time by the way that I ate alone. Pretty weird. And even if I survived, I still don't like it. I just had to do it so my tummy would stop mumbling. I thought I was okay without breakfast and lunch but tummy was furious and I felt like throwing up. I guess I'm never gonna win against my innards. I have to start contemplating that if it's bad inside, it's gonna be ugly outside. Get the point of that?

Today, in my moments while I bum in this jungle craving for bananas, I realized I started to like writing blogposts a lot and wrote them often than I imagined. You know when I first uploaded my writings on here, I never thought of writing new ones spontaneously right after.. but kinda liked it since I'm the kind of person who needs to let out my thoughts and heartaches and write my feelings into words. So if that's usually the case, I may need to write every day since I got no one to tell it to, not even a recorder, you think a recorder would even like that? Haha - just like people, if it can talk, it'd probably tell me to stop. You wouldn't want someone talking to you about her fucked up life and sillyness, right? I mean what do you get besides a free yawn?

My partner is uncomfortably sleeping at the moment. Poor Eva. She must be really really tired she could sleep despite the different kinds of noises around! Then me, since this morning, been seeing a lot of babies: fat, thin, small, huge, cute, ugly.. Haha - some who are bigger than their age and could not walk properly - too funny! <3 They're all cute to watch (especially if that's the only thing you can do). I even saw this little girl walking with her grandpop and the rest of the fam when she suddenly puked. You got that right she puked. I don't know why exactly but saw that with my two big (but unreliable) eyes. And so the staff came to clean off her mess = eeww. I've seen a lot of colleagues too! Then there're some douchebags who came over to bullshit me. Just kidding! They came to ask, but I wanted to tell them not to try at all because they're pretty dumb looking (hahaha). In the end, the other one said like "By the way, I'm George" (with his hand proposing a handshake which I refused). Am I being mean or what? Well I ain't Ms. Stupid they can play their pathetic little jokes with! Plus - they're bunch of ugly douchebags! (I didn't say ugly!!!)

Now people are flooding in FitFlop. And I'm running out of words. Then, there's three more hours. I think mother and father ape's coming tonight so we can all go home together.. safe and sound. Haha - it's timely though 'cause I have some cash I need to protect. And no I didn't win any lottery (I wish I did), this is money I need to put to the bank. Anyway, I'm actually thinking how I can end this post. I'm losing my never-there creativity! Hehe so, I thought maybe it's easier this way: END.

12 Hours - Part III: "Boredom"

My phone is going crazy again.. it's telling me that I need to get a new one! And possibly a new post-paid service too - why not. This friggin day the only thing I probably hate the most is not being able to eat well, damn it. And times like these I'm friggin starving more than the usual! I guess I need ice cream at the moment.. but I'm not getting myself one! i hate temptations.

My partner’s doing Facebook while I’m writing (literally) this draft. There’s basically nothing else that we can do. We are bored to death like I said so. And when I get home at past ten I’d be doing a lot before I even get to bed to rest and that sucks ‘cause I so need sleep. Anyway, I almost tried the one-day-old chicken here, but instead, Eva got me the “tukneneng” stuff (small eggs deep fried or something) – which was fine but I think I’m good with four little ones and that’s it. I’m not so much of a fan with eggs.

Some hours ago I was laughing at those two lovers I saw earlier. They never left the bench for hours! Hugging and talking.. not that I’m jealous.. but they probably should’ve been in school!! I guess they left when the girl noticed her guy staring at me once in a while. (LOL) Oh well, she can have him anyway, he’s not halfway my type. Oh my gosh-! What a really really fat kid passing by right now-!

Suddenly, I’m thinking about my boyfriend. After seeing his display pic on Facebook, makes me wonder what he could be doing right now while I’m writing this crap out of boredom and getting paid for 12 long hours to do that! Hmm.. it’s probably around 11 AM in his country. He might be in school-learning, or at his place-learning, or.. sleeping? Eating? (most likely) ..or if worse comes to worst making out with someone else?! What the hell? (LOL) Change subject!

Too noisy here.. and I’m hungry again.. gotta get myself food! And finally, this ends at Part III. Thanks for hangin out with moi! J

12 Hours - Part II: "Pee"

Haii. Somehow, I came back to myself from droopiness and almost falling asleep. It helps if you have visitors who suddenly appear in a much unexpected time! I liked that. And so I lost that feeling for a moment, scared it might be on its way back now. Although, my hopes for another rescue is pretty high.

1 hour and 19 minutes since I started writing the first part of this crap. I’m on pace for the second part hoping this time my ever waited partner arrives sooner. Not because I miss the person or something.. and besides the fact that I’m bored or anything.. but honestly? I wanna pee. And I feel the need to get off of this reclining chair fast! So come out, my rescue, come out. I desperately wanna be in the toilet to pee!

Still no sign of her. Not even with my unreliable eyesight. I’m staring at this couple sitting nearby, arm in arm, smiling at each other in their school uniforms. Ha-! I bet they skipped class to come and date here! I hope they don’t make out in front of my area though. And oh-! There’s that little kid coming up to them-! Too funny! (LOL) He watched them for a moment until the girl looked down to him and smiled. See? Kids know silly stuff! But still, I wanna pee.

Apparently, peak hours begin now (as for my own observation), and millions more bears and birds are coming in to migrate from wherever they came from. Cool. It’s like I’m watching the world work right now.. just like I dreamed to be doing. But I never thought it would be boring. Plus I still wanna pee.

Finally! Yea you know what I'm talking about. So it's been 2 hours ago or so.. need to stay up and alive again for another 4 hours and 10 minutes! On my way up to the toilet I was behind two nuns, funny how they're both short and laughing together and walked in a funny way too. I wonder if they ever think about stuff like sex and drugs besides the church and the bible. I mean, they're also human.. so I wonder if it ever crosses their minds. (LOL) Coming back from the toilet at the second floor I saw this man walking fast on his way out the mall, haha-! With my naked eyes I saw him reach for his underwear on his behind (underwear possibly in the wrong side of his ass) - too funny-! Then just now we happen to see the former-actress-now-politician woman who's known all over Tacloban and Region 8. She's so pretty.. perfect face, perfect bod, but I don't know if she has the perfect family as well. They may be one of the richest here - but not enough to make me jealous. It just makes me think how people go crazy with all eyes on her as if they've seen a Goddess who'd finally give them Php1M each!

I think I'll be seeing more.. so hold on for Part III.

12 Hours: "The Dialogue"

This much is true: I am bored to death. I’m sitting in this cold, noisy place watching all people walk past me..back and forth..coming.. going..

At the very moment I see one man trying to get the chicken out of the huge grill (although I’m not sure if that’s what he’s doing); a guard walking around pretending to do his job to cover up the fact that he’s also bored and sleepy; two tenants from a restaurant chatting with what I imagine a dialogue below:

“Tenant1: Dude, I can’t hide what I feel for you anymore.

Tenant2: Me too, dude. But I don’t know how I can tell my wife.

Tenant1: Let’s just run away. How about tonight?”

My thoughts are so imaginative that watching these people come and go slowly becomes a picture of a busy jungle where monkeys jump and fly around from one tree to another. Wow! Some even have shopping bags! Then the lazy ones sit around and do what I do but I doubt they think what I think right now. Otherwise they’d be coming to get me! Oh my gosh – I just pictured their eyes turning red on their way to get their hands on me like hungry black panthers!

What a nice way to entertain myself at this very hour. Then I would need to keep doing the same in the next eight hours! I actually died with boredom four hours ago, and believe it or not you are reading a text written by my dead soul. I have to think quickly of other ways I can revive my helpless body back to life. Right now I hear different kinds of music of which I think are of 24 kinds playing at the same time! Pop, rock, kiddie, bells, radio, TV, funeral, etc. (LOL) I started calling them “sound” (very loud ones), then I thought “noise” would better fit the description. What the hell would I do with these candies on my desk? Trick or treat? What do I do with these food stalls? Add another layer of flab to my ever hot curves? No way! And so I have to die bumming.

 I now realize it’s 30 minutes past when I started writing. Cool. At least someone is coming for help. I hope he or she is a good doctor. Nah I don’t think someone else would be far better of a doc than my boyfriend – although admittedly I ain’t sure about that yet. (LOL) I hope he doesn’t read this though. Okay, so there’s this female cheetah who walked towards my place and tried to read our signs and looked at our desk posters.. At first I thought she wanted to inquire, but then again she saw me and couldn’t handle my appeal so she walked back and didn’t bother. Well good thing ‘cause I don’t wanna see that cat stammer in front of my face.

There’s this ugly duck sitting on my comfy old square chair. I think I need to put signs saying: “PAY AS YOU SIT”. Not that I’m being selfish or anything, but come on, this is my area, it’s either they SIGN UP or BUTT OFF, right? I could earn extras per minute for having them sit on my chair! And I’m being mean again. So I gotta stop this thing now. What a really boring Friday! --- Wait, wait, wait, waaaiiittt!!! --- Here comes another fat ugly duck! How come they like sitting on my chairs?? He sat beside his friend which gets me imagining another friggin dialogue:

Duck1: I think we cannot sit here. (turned to me)

Duck2: I’m fat. I think this chair’s going to break apart. (stood up)

Duck1: --silent--

Duck2: (looking at our posts) Oi call center! (came towards me) Job fair? Do you have other jobs aside from those in the call center?

Me: --shook her head--

Duck2: So many jobs in call centers, right?

Me: Please step away and don’t talk to me. Otherwise I’ll have you delivered to the crocs for dinner.