I always seem to associate Bill Pullman with the 4th of July, that’s perhaps because I have been harboring this theory that we were really first freed by extra terrestrials before any of those shitty colonial wars happened.
But there are many other things that I associate with the 4th of July. For example, there always seems to be a lot of interesting Wimbledon matches during this day. Last night, there was Roger Federer’s clinical demolition of the consistently fascinating Marat Safin and Rafa Nadal’s win over Schuettler. It will be Federer and Nadal again in the final for the 3rd straight year.
But going back, there’s also the holiday that comes along with it. Which is mostly spent at the beach. Bear with me while I try to make a horribly contrived “relevant” post.
Ok, I give up.
Last night I dragged M with me along Eastwood in search for a bar that has Star Sports. I love my new place to bits but I hate the fact that my building only has Destiny cable which doesn’t carry any of the Star channels. Going back, after all the walking, we ended up at Gweilos to see the last point of the Federer-Safin semifinal. Now the problem: Sunday would be the finals. Either I head all the way to Makati to see it or hope that Gweilos is open on Sundays and M had already warned me that some of the bars are closed on Sundays. Why am I stressing over this? Well, just coz.
On a side note, we caught 6Cycle Mind and had a chat with Darwin (their manager) and found out that the reason Tutti wasn’t there was coz he is getting married today. Congrats Tutti! You’re famous now, I only get to see you on MTV and well there was that time I saw you at the airport on your way to Bora in one of my business trips to Cebu. We should hang soon. Ria insists! Hehe!
And again we go back, moving here in Eastwood was a tough decision coz it’s too far from the comforts of being in Makati. It does mean however, that I’d cut down hours of travel time everyday which is a big thing considering that I am now officially a carless indio commuter. Must really get a new car soon before a total degeneration happens.
Oh let’s discuss commuting. A few weeks ago I found myself inside a police wagon coz of freakin smoking in a cab. Horrors! Was in total panic with all the wang-wang shit and getting pulled over and asked to go the fuckin police station. I know it was not allowed in Makati to smoke in a car and shit but heck, I thought that was a bit of an overkill to actually have me ride their scary wagon along with four other policemen. Martial Law much? In the end they gave me a ticket which they could have done without traumatizing me to the ends of the earth. Lesson learned: commuting can really suck marrows sometimes. Teehee!
And along the lowlife experiences I had the past few, I just have to mention that I actually walked through flood water because of peer pressure. Aaaack! The grossest thing, I swear!!!
On the other hand, when you’ve got a Melrose Place kinda circle it’s realy hard to say no.
Picture this: S and P are bestbuddies. S loves J. S is with D. J seems to be fallin for S. P gets jiggy with J. And then P gets jiggy with S, too. P hates D. J supports S and D. P screws A. A bitches that J knew about it. P plays with U. U is cousins with B. G likes B but B is playing with L whom P also kinda got jiggy with.
Shoutout to C (Grace if you may), miss you hun and I know I promised we’ll go out of town again soon. But this kid has been busy much the past few.
Live it! Live it out loud!
Happy 4th of July. Will try to blog more soon! Apologies for an outright incoherent post.
