Recent realizations (I choose not to elaborate) made me contemplate on leaving our Pasig apartment and moving back to our house in Sta. Rosa, Laguna. A recent change in Pasig’s traffic rules (more on this later) made me seriously think about making the move. Of course, this is a personal blog, so I’m obliged to share the details of my brooding shenanigans. Maybe writing about it will give me a better understanding of my dilemma.

I wonder if Baddie notices that he never ever solves a problem by blogging about it.

THE PROS OF MOVING BACK TO LAGUNA

Free food and rent. Come on. It’s our house. My parents wouldn’t even think of charging me for my meals and the use of my own room. But I think I just gave them an idea. Dammit.

Wireless Internet access. One thing I sorely miss when I’m at the apartment is the Internet. Don’t get me wrong, I’m online the whole day at work, but I can’t dick around as much as I want when a lot of sites are blocked. I terribly miss torrenting shit every night too.

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I’ve been looking to make a few positive changes in my life for the last few weeks and I’ve been getting signs from a higher cosmic being that I’m on the right track. I mean, I started watching Pushing Daisies, a TV show that teaches me valuable lessons every episode including “don’t kill people”. The show also introduced me to the song Morning Has Broken by Cat Stevens. The song now inspires me to wake up every morning �looking forward to a beautiful day. For the first time in years, I attended mass. I liked it. This morning, I started officially hating Facebook. And then there’s The Girl Called Trouble. It’s all coming together like the perfect storm… in my mind. I’m shaking hands with a hurricane. Disjointed thoughts, I know. To distract you from my scattered brain vomit, here’s a bunch of haiku poems about Dr. Doom:

DOOM
Your superior
Monarch of Latveria
Behold, Doctor DOOM!

DOOMAIN
Scarred and left alone
Fought the Devil for his mom
Triumphant always

DOOMINATION
Dreamer of big things
A nation is not enough
Earth belongs to DOOM!

DOOM DOOM ROOM
Mighty iron fist
Unbreakable iron will
Sexy iron dick

DOOMTASTIC VERY FANTASTIC
For you, rage so pure
Curse you all, Fantastic Four!
On your knees for DOOM!

It seems my Annual Depression Downward Spiral, the time of year I become depressed like an orphaned emo kid with cancer for no apparent reason (humor me), is starting early this year. Must have been triggered by Cory Aquino’s death (again, humor me).

I only have two weapons against depression: 1) someone who’s willing to listen to my rubbish and 2) alcohol. I don’t have #1 right now so, last night, I fought off depression with #2 at Sidebar, El Pueblo with a small group of friends.

There was this hot chick who totally rocked the hot librarian/teacher/secretary look at the table next to ours. I was totally falling in love with her. I was sure she was soooo into me too and we were having the time of our lives with our little “I am soooo totally into youuuu” staring contests (remember, I was drunk).

And then she started singing. And then she started talking loudly. And then she went to our table, put her hands around my girl friend’s shoulders, and asked for our names. She was like a drunk Marian Rivera. Only less hot.

Respite from Depression City ended immediately after one of her friends dragged her away into the restroom. You gotta love Monday night drinks.

Please allow me this short blog entry so I can pay my respects to the former Philippine president, Cory Aquino.

This is what I really see her as. She’s not just an old woman who wears yellow a lot. She was a symbol of peace, truth and hope. She was a beacon of faith. She was a mother to a nation. She is the face of the EDSA Revolution. She is a worldwide icon of democracy. And that’s why she has my undying respect.

R.I.P. Tita Cory