the one with the gym

So, I got up this morning all groggy and heavy headed from last night's attempt to have a peaceful and quiet sleep which I didn't have. Of course, had I, I wouldn't have been bitching the whole day and talking to my mug - literally.

The day was almost over and I was planning on sneaking out earlier than I used to, but I didn't know what freakin' force got me to check on my pigeon hole at our secretary's office. And there it was...my bank statement.

Now, normally when I get my bank statement, I don't usually go ballisitic. But this time... Nagasaki went into pieces atomically speaking. Bombs dropping on my head would usually be when I get my Visa bill and ask myself, "What the hell were you thinking when you got that shirt? It's freakin' orange! You hate orange!"

The bomb on my bank statement was that every month (for 4 months), I got a debit from a gym class. A gym class. I don't go to the gym! I'm cancelling this account immediately. Tomorrow! As I recalled how did I got that gym subscription, turned out I checked on one of those boxes from the bank survey. Can you believe that? I'm so not falling into that survey crap anymore.

On a lighter note, I'm just not the gym kinda guy. Sure, a couple of times I did try to be one but playing basketball and just bristwalking on the corniche seems so much better than having to run your ass off the treadmill and punish yourself with butt clenches. More importantly, its because I stand by http://www.shirts.ph I stand by them when they said, "Ang tunay na lalaki ay may tiyan!" and "Bading lang ang ng gygym!"

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the one with between now and then

Wants. Needs. Happiness. We suffer because of them. All of it...useless...

It is useles. Life is useless. We spend our life working and laboring, and what do we have to show for it? Generations come and generations go, but the world stays the same. The sun stil rises and it still goes down, going wearily back to where it must start all over again. Every river flows into the sea, but the sea will never be full. The water returns to where the river began and starts the thread of streaming all over again.

Everything leads to weariness. A weariness which words aren't ardent enough to explain. Our eyes can never see enough to be satisfied. What has happened before is bound to happen...again...

No one remembers what has happened in the past, and no one in the days to come will remember what happpens between now and then.

the one with getting back at it

It has been a while now since I last wrote an entry. It is safe to say that work has been eating up most of my time and my creative juices aren't that much of a help either. I could make million reasons and put them up into a list why I wasn't writing for the past two or three months but all of them would just sound lame.

But as of 1:19 am GMT+3 time, that is now, I just got the urge back. Feels good to be back scribbling, typing, hiting the keys... Writing has been one of my greatest passions in life. It has always been there yet I haven't really gotten a hold of it. That was why I included it in my bucket list for the year 2009. And that is why this Weekly Oz blog was created.

The entries to come are still of the same blend. A mix. A mash. Of truths, lies, and realities. I'm just welcoming back myself.