5 things found in my bag

-can opener
-plastic bags
-box of chocolates
-white shirt
-powdered cream sachets

Actually its five things I just found in my traveling bag since I just got home from manila two weeks ago and i don't bring any bag unless i'm away from home.

The can opener is when I go drinking beers I buy in seven eleven to my hotel room because sometimes you’d find it expensive to keep on buying beers at the hotel.

The plastic bags are for sorting my laundry and all manners of trash on going back home, everything is always a mess when you’re packing things up.

I was planning to give the boxes of chocolates to somebody but its past christmas already and they’re still inside my bag.

The white shirt is the only shirt I hadn’t worn when I was in manila two weeks ago.

I got the sachets of powdered cream from the hotel and airport when I was having coffee, I had a flight going back home at five in the morning and I had three cups and I saved all the cream sachets because I didn’t like cream anyway.

I had one hell of a trip back home from manila two weeks ago, I was supposed to fly back home on the night of december the 10th, I almost got to the airport late because of the december traffic. I also had trouble packing my things back to my bag before I left because I was carrying a lot of things back home that I had to get a used rice sack where I placed all of those other stuffs and tied the sack to a knot, hell it looked like a sack of trash if you saw it.

I did look silly going to the airport dragging a yellow rice sack but it wasn’t as heavy, and when I was checking in the sack at the airport, the clerk said that my goddam flight was cancelled til next morning and it didn’t hit me all at once because I was still staring at the scale and how my rice sack weighted but when I began to realize that I’ll be staying for another night in manila and how much money I have to be spending, I started complaining like mad about the whole mess that they are getting me into. I swear I hadn't complained to somebody like that before.

Anyway they got me a hotel room for the night plus paid everything in between, they led me to their shuttle bus outside with passengers from different screwed up flights, I lit a cigarette before going up the shuttle because maybe I wanted to calm my nerves a bit and it made me look more upset to the airline people while I smoked there. The shuttle had a friendly bunch of people except for this guy who was talking a lot about his christian faith, he told us about how these miserable lives we have now are just trials for our afterlives and all that crap like Im sure his flight to the afterlife will not be delayed anymore, He was close to preaching but at least he calmed down this girl in the shuttle who was sobbing like hell because the airline people also screwed her connecting flight abroad. The driver had to drop her first at the international airport fast and I could have told preacher man there to pray to jesus to give the driver stiffs while stepping on the gears. The preacher man did stop talking when we got to the international airport though, I almost forgot that it was in time for the hajj and the international airport had muslim pilgrims lining up for a flight to saudi, and preacher man had his faith outnumbered there.

They later brought us to this hotel that’s in the middle of nowhere, everybody started coming out of the bus and into the hotel restaurant for dinner and the goddam food at the place was terrible, everything was dry and coarse and they should have at least served it with a soup of some sort, luckily my father called on my mobile phone to ask me where the hell I was so I got the chance to stand up and answer my call and leave the restaurant first.

They had me staying in a big room with three other passengers and hell I almost lost my yellow rice sack I was carrying back home because the bellboys at this hotel thought it was trash from the bus and they almost threw it away, I swear it doesn’t look like a luggage when you look at it. From the three other passengers at my room, two were fathers who were coming home for christmas and the other guy was some deaf ship crew who was also having his christmas vacation, the two married guys talked a lot about family life while in bed and the shipmate was watching tv but it was hard getting to talk to him anyway, he can hardly hear you. Besides I sort of felt uneasy sleeping with three strangers so I just headed to the hotel bar at the rooftop and drank some beers and came back after everybody was sleeping.

I barely slept, only for maybe an hour or so and by the time everybody else was up at 2:30 having breakfast, all I had were just coffee from the coffee shop, they kept serving it with cream though, that's how I got to save all those sachets in my bag.

Facts in Five

5 things found in my room
-car side mirror
-a box of dead mice
-old tennis racquet
-bruce lee poster
-three cases of beer

5 things found in my wallet
-driver’s license
-credit cards
-band aids
-unknown numbers written on all sorts of small papers
-pocket calendars of years past but have good looking women on the other side

5 things found in my bag
-can opener
-plastic bags
-box of chocolates
-white shirt
-powdered cream sachets

5 things I want to do
-go on a vacation, to a beach in particular
-to buy a new office chair
-to hire a programmer
-buy a pressured coffee maker (the one that goes pphffft!)
-get rich

5 things I’m currently into
-building gundam models
-alcohol rehabilitation
-work
-hell that’s enough to keep me busy

Artful Dodger

My watch stopped 10:30 in the morning of november the 16th and time hasn't moved for more than two weeks according to my watch, but even without the track of time I would still arrive very late like I always do in a couple friends wedding I attended about a week ago. The wedding reception started at six in the evening and I arrived almost eight though my watch said 10:30 and this time it got me into trouble. I got inside the hall where everybody was eating but they were all done anyway, I saw peter and his wife and I decided to join them at their table when he started standing and pointing to my direction, I found out that jason was also hosting the wedding and he was calling me on the microphone to come up front. Everybody in the crowd faced me and they had to clap like hell and I found out I got inside the hall right in time for that goddam part where the groom throws his bride's stocking to single men, and I caught the garter on the third throw. Jason then stuck his microphone up my mouth if I wanted to say anything to the crowd and I swear I could have gone nuts, I pulled the microphone away and told him I just got here, so much for being late.

They say you're supposed to get married next if the garter falls to your favor, hell I don't think so.

I also got a call from my high school classmate who was the valedictorian of our chinese class last month, he is also getting married next year and he had to because his hair is receding like the low tide. He called me up because he wanted me to do this part in his wedding where I tie a rope noose around him and his wife's neck, maybe to mean something like in marriage we'll have the other's neck everytime the other screws something up. I kept on refusing and I swore everytime I did because I just don't want to go up front in weddings, he tried to changing my mind telling me that he got no other close friends left, though I did appreciate him counting my reclusiveness a close friend.

I promised him that I'll be there for his wedding in manila if I can make it, he just need not put me into the people that's part of the wedding scene for the crowd to make fun at. My high school friend was hoping for more conversation with me because he kept popping out things to talk about, like he was asking if he could help me get married, he mentioned this chinese art of traditional pimping where somebody plays the matchmaker and gets all the aging losers to get married among themselves to preserve their gene pool or some chromosome that they don't want to keep from getting diluted with other races, else create more freaks like me that can blow up the world with depression. Anyway I kept on swearing and refusing to him, I just don't have thoughts of being up in front of a crowd in my own wedding or even the thought of getting married at all, I just didn't feel like telling him about it.