The Badly Written Sitcom

      I haven’t blogged in a long time… three weeks I think. I don’t know if that’s some sort of personal record.

     Here’s a little rundown of the goings on for the past few, shall we?

     I just got my heart broken. Not in the mushy romantic comedy sort of way. The way that usually leads to another visit to the hospital visit. Why? How? Let’s just say the old school way of doing things just isn’t as noble but still is as painful as it used to be.

    Broke away from my academic ties in dramatic fashion, by returning to the job i basically originally thought of as a means of passing time before yours truly dons the professor’s boots but turned out to be the best thing the entire year of 2006 had to offer. Hell, I’ve been a teacher for a year. I’ve done what I’ve always wanted, to an extent. Now, I need to move on. (Yes, we’ve established that I’m indecisive.)

     So, I’m back in the place I consistently run to when people down south were leaving a bad taste in my mouth. And this time, it’s now enriched with more Raids and less porn. (At least, for my part.)

     I think I’m getting married in November. I think. (It’s been the source of countless hours of chuckles from my nearest and dearest.) But seeing as things are how things are, I wouldn’t really bank on it.

     So, here I am. Destroying everything I’ve buily for an entire year, and I’m loving it. See, I had perfection, or at least a reasonable facsimile thereof, but I’d rather be sitting on my ass writing about random inane things during the weekdays and getting filthy drunk during the weekends risking another heart attack eevry step of the way.

      Like I said, Phase 1 of the deconstruction of The Badly Written Sitcom is complete. Nobody knows what I’m talking about… but you will. Soon.

      Now, I’d like to personally thank one Ms. Althea Ceria, for her support and care and touching words throughout my entire ordeal the past few weeks. I’m surround by people, but it was a girl from Iloilo that made the difference. Thank you. For real.   

     I just got the word. Phase one of my plan to deconstruct my so-called perfect life is now underway. I’m going to be an Angel again. Hell yeah… I told you I’d be back.

     Now, I know the company isn’t exactly what it used to be when I left it, things change. I fully understand that. The bottom line is… I’m leaving the teaching profession (temporarily) to get myself all centered and shit. The things down south aren’t going so well, and when something isn’t working… leave. Not very mature, i know, but what can I say? There are very few things that I’m really good at.

     I’m guessing I’ll be sticking around this time. (At least longer than my previous stint as a spam machine.)

     Now, all I need to do is move out. Again. Then make a two-page essay that would change my life. Long story.

     No, Ed, I don’t talk about God often, and I’m sure when He (or She for that matter) is out with his (or her) friends they rarely talk about me too.

     I’ve been on a little "Destiny-kick" for the past couple  of weeks now… and I’m seriously pondering where I am right now and why.  Right now,  it’s smack dab in the middle of  the holy week and here I am, exactly where I was a year ago.

     Well, not exactly where I was…

     Around this time last year, I was about to start my job as a glorified spammer and now, here I am trying to get another one. Why? Because sometimes we only find out what we really want when we’re off doing something we thought we want but then the whole experience gets ruined because it turns out it was all just pretty packaging and the product itself wasn’t entirely what you expected. I know, I’m not making a lick of sense right now but I’ve been sober and stressed and truth is, I’m tired. true, I haven’t been doing much lately, but I’m tired. I’ve worked so hard just to be here, to "redesign" my life into what i conceive to be perfection and now, the only thing i can think about is how the hell am I going to get out.

     I’m leaving. All of this. One way or another. "I said, yup, what a concept… i could use a little fuel myself and we could all use a little change…"

    Didn’t mean to burst into song there for a bit. Next person that gets me over-the-top, puke-my-brains-out drunk wins a prize.