A Tired Boy's Tale

odd. i was really tired and sleepy when i got home around four hours ago from my birthday din-din with bug at ortigas. i even napped during the bus ride home. but when i got here, lying down, my brain refuses to shut itself down. my poor brain must still be digesting everything there is to know on how to turn a year older gracefully.

well let's see... i haven't been asleep since the other night. last night i promised myself i wouldn't sleep anytime within my birthday. i wanted to feel every minute of it creeping on my skin like little mutant semi-harmless vines.

good thing i got this new pc rpg, sacred. it's a lot like neverwinter nights, diablo 2, and dungeon siege. and boy did i feel every mind - blowing - three - dimensional - dazzlingly - magical - who - cares - if - i'm - being - an - escapist - again minute of it. i couldn't wrench myself off my lappie. the graphics are streamlined, the story is smooth, the interface and the controls don't give me a headache... it's like i could just jump in there and wing it. (brushes long silver drow hair from his forehead, sneers, and licks the tip of his 18th level du'blade.)

for hours on end i've become quite the contortionist, trying to come up with a fairly comfortable position on the bed with my lappie playing the game. it's not very easy mind you as i have to contend with the jungle of wires in my room. next to books and cd's, wires are the most cunning, elusive, and dangerous creepy crawlies in podi's room. it could pounce on you before you can even say "queer eye for the straight guy" and leave you scared shitless in a corner, huddled amongst the dusty books and pirated cd's that have managed to crowd your bed. you could almost hear their faint pleas... "oooooorganize usssssss..." and "alllllphabetiiize..." it was horrible i say.

but anyway, i digress. so i played the game the whole night last night. i only stopped for around two hours to forage for food downstairs and wee wee. after that short break, i got back to battling ogres and goblins and villainous humans again. stayed that way until lunch, then i started to get ready for the afternoon.

the afternoon was a bit of fun now that i think about it. the abuse my eyes got from me resulted in me nodding off and threatening to fall asleep every two minutes. this meant i almost missed going down in front of glorietta from the jeep i was riding. i wasn't so lucky at the mrt tho. i was supposed to go down at ortigas, but because of two things -- one, my being sleepy; and two, human beings (or maybe it's just filipinos) exercising their right to not do anything -- i accidentally got off at anapolis/santolan station.

pano ba naman kasi. i was sorta in the middle of the train, clinging to dear life on the metal railings, making space for the other people who will be coming in. when the train was already at my stop i saw i had to squirm in between air-tight bodies of non-budging humans near the friggin' door of the mrt. but despite my cries for help, my excuse me's and oh shit's, i still failed. i didn't make it out. the bodies were still there, cold and silent and unmoving. like gel left on hair for far too long. it's disgusting.

anyway, that was my afternoon adventure. things got a bit better after i picked up harold from his office tho. we walked for a bit, looking for a place to have dinner in, and in the end we picked sukhothai (with the disturbing purple shade) as we both haven't tried eating there. the food was ok, altho i personally still prefer t.i.b. because it's less stuffy and uppity. heh.

highlight of the night, bug gave me a new sketchbook and, surprise surprise, the billie holiday collection cd's. after that, my night couldn't have been better. we even had fans cheering at us on our way to bug's ride home. "uy mag-jowa o!" they said. haaaay. saya.

i got home around 10:30, tired and sleepy, but i didn't exactly fall asleep. i turned my lappie on, and played sacred.

i am podi. and i am an addict.