Rich Rants

Well, since I’ve been experiencing strings of “unproductive” weekends for the past 3 weeks now, I decided to break the funk by making this weekend a busy one.

My lists include:

• Do a quick clean-up of our patio
• Clean my fucking room
• Shred 3 weeks worth of bills
• Do laundry
• Go to Gamestop and browse for second-hand games
• Break out my warmer outfits for Dry Cleaning (jacket, thermals, etc)
• Clean my fucking room (someone planted a C4 and blew that place up)
• Buy a couple of things from Walgreens (new optical mouse, shampoo, my fave white choco for me and my little bro, and other stuff as well…)
• SLEEP ON TIME
• Clean my room

And so, I was looking forward to a busy (and productive) weekend.

I’m stoked, I’m ready, I’m raring to go! Aaaaaaaaaaand….

….what military planners often say: “no battle plan survives contact with the enemy…”

Yep, I didn’t do a single Goddamned thing on my list. Maybe just one and a half.

Well, I got off from work Friday morning and was getting ready to go home when my friends Travis and Crystal texted me asking if I want to play a few games of bowling. I haven’t seen those guys for 2 weeks so I said “what the heck, might as well have fun for a bit”

I whooped both their asses (low-scoring game for some reason, my highest was only 133 after 3 games.. wtf) and then we tried Denny’s for breakfast this time (service is real slow btw… food is okay though).

I got home around 9am, chatted with friends/relatives for a bit, went to our patio and cleanup for a bit(despite my sore arm) went to sleep around 2pm, woke up around 9pm, ate dinner and was thinking of proceeding with my plan.

But nah, I felt like doing other things: watched College Football, chatting with friends, played PS3/PC games, read Manga online, watched Anime online, take cat naps… u know… relaxing stuff, haha.

Seeing how my weekend is shifting, I tried my best to sleep on time meaning I have to stay up for atleast 8 hours more so I’d be able to sync my sleeping schedule atleast.

I fell asleep on my La-z boy of a PC chair 4 hours into it. While playing a game.

So yea.. another so-so weekend. Lol. And that’s 4 straight unproductive weekends, rofl.

Ah, finally, Fall season is here! And with that in mind, time to break out my jackets and other warmer outfits for this thing.

Of course, one of the reason why I’m happy about it is because our electric bill should be going down as well.. that’s extra $$ that I will save. Another reason is that I won’t be sweating that much as well or get my skin burned when walking under the sun (yea, I’m a pussy).

But then, since it’s getting real cold here in Vegas (-20 degree drop this Sunday), that means no more scantily clad women(mostly tourists) walking on the strip (excluding the cocktail waitresses and them hookers).. oh well, you win some, you lose some, right?

I want to get away from here. I wanna go in a far away place where I can be myself and do the things that I want to do.

Fortunately, my self-imposed “exile” is almost done.

Few more months, that’s it.

It’s getting hard for me to post my blogs nowadays. Seems like I’m having a memory span of a fucking Goldfish: I will be inspired to make an entry and then just kinda fizz out in the end.

That’s why I always have some sort of a piece of paper in me– whether it’s a scrap paper, receipt, table napkins swiped from a restaurant, anything.

I do succeed in writing my thoughts in a hastily written piece of paper and feel some sort of accomplishment by writing down on what I truly feel in certain issues (I really don’t get to do those things these past few years anyway).

Now the problem lies in remembering where I shoved that piece of paper after I’m done writing. I keep forgetting where I put the damn thing every fucking time.

Mebbe I should buy a Ginko Biloba vitamin. That should help. I hope.

… that some of the people that you care the most are the ones that fucks you over? And I’m not talking about some petty shit either, it’s like they stab you good in the back(and sometimes in front of you) and they twist that motherfucking blade reaaaaaaaaaaal fucking good so the wound wouldn’t close at all.

Seriously, I had enough of this bullshit. I’m sick and tired of being used– my kindness and understanding being taken advantage of. Never again.

This.

Ends.

NOW.

I went to Dubai from the 6th of May up to the 23rd and I had a great time. It’s kinda special since it was my first "real vacation" after 4 years, hah.

Sheryl and her friends were gracious enough to let me stay in their place so that saved me a lot of money as far as lodging goes. Thank you very much, Sheryl, Lovely and Cath, I really appreciate it.

I met alot of cool people like from, of course, Sheryl’s two roomies–the lovely uh, Lovely(and her hubby Kit) and the simple but very warm Cat, to that wisecracking chick Chiara, down-to-earth guy NelJan, straightforward but really friendly Jill, the twins Sonj and Tabs, the cute Nel, the "Dubai Guru" Kuya Gabs and many more… I thank you for your company you guys, I’m really glad to have met y’all.

Went to check out what this place has to offer and it didn’t disappoint. Went to experience the Desert Safari, went to see the Beach side and it’s resorts, checked out different kinds of Malls, went to eat in different restaurants every freaking night and of course, did a bit of clubbing and stuff.

It was a good time to contemplate as well… able to take a nice vacation like this made me realize how much I’ve been missing out; and I’m not talking about able to go to places or do stuff but rather the friendship… that feeling of belongingness… the feeling of someone being there for you when you are at your worst (ie, emo shit).

I have friends in Vegas too (just a handful; the siblings Frank and Jing, my good buddies Sean, Travis and Crystal…) but you could say that I’m very picky when it comes to choosing friends… and I deem that these guys are honest with themselves and will tell me straight up if I fuck up or anything.

Anyways, before I start getting all sappy and shit, I just want to say that I really had a great time in Dubai. I miss you guys.

Of course, there are some fucked up shit that happened as well when I was in Dubai… but that’s another story. Perhaps in a few days. I’m still reeling from what happened…

When I try my best but I don’t succeed
When I get what I want but not what I need
When I feel so tired but I can’t sleep
Stuck in reverse…

And the tears come streaming down my face
When I lose something I can’t replace
When I love someone but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?

Things are about to kick into high(er) gear soon… though I fear that despite my best efforts, things may not turn out the way I hope it would be.

We’ll see soon enough.

Jesus Fucking Christ, my room looks like it has been devastated by a freaking Category F5 Tornado… it’s a fucking mess.

Time to clean this shit up. Seriously.

Last week’s regimen got stalled. Again. I’m not slacking off though. It’s just one thing leads to another and before you know it, *poof* pop goes the wea– well, whatever the fuck it was, it derailed my efforts for this week.

Anyways, I’m on schedule again(hopefully); finishing my first regimen last sunday, then doing the next set after I wake up later this afternoon before going to work… I really want to make this work and I have 5 more weeks to hit my goal of at least 160lbs… I’m hovering at 168lbs-169lbs atm… if I can reduce at 2 lbs a week, I’ll be set.

Need to be slim around May timeframe