Visitors, most especially the untreatable neatniks, would glance at my office desk and elicit a low groan of disbelief. Their eyes would torpedo on the mounting mess of office priorities (what priorities? Everything’s stamped “the world will end this nanosecond, finish this fucking work!”) and their minds would whirr with high and mighty judgments about my abysmal lack of tidying skills while trying out of politeness not to imitate the rapid eyeball rolling trademarked by Linda Blair. The hell I care; I love my desk—it has a “lived in” resemblance of King Tutankhamen’s crypt after the looters trashed it and the mere fact that I’m making a vain parallel to mummified royals tombs and the rubbles of my working space is proof enough that I’m still trying to have a semblance of a busy, productive professional life. Ergo, blogging duties be damned. Pesky inquiries about my whereabouts, or the state of my well-being (no, I’m not decomposing unmourned in some remote landfill, though I know of some people who wish I am), this compact entry should be answer enough for now. I miss Manila and my favorite haunts, the mindless movies and the smart banters with smartass online friends who long ago threw the proverbial towel of defeat from waiting for a semi-coherent update.
Also, hello Xienahgirl and DencioPadilla.
There. Now I’m back to semi-silence.
ALSO: hello misterhubs and doc ian!