the summer of my mild content..-ment er... so after mimicking a potato in pyjamas for the past few months, avoiding any form of communication except a few underwhelming booty calls and resolving that the last sort of amusement i'd experience in this world is documenting the slow and drawn out atrophia of my soul i decided to check my e-mail and now without any sort of warning-- i'm an assistant to two brilliant people, i freelance for a not so shitty magazine, i'm working on a video art project, i have to pay a vodafone bill before vodafone sues me (yes they threatened to sue) bitches (go mobinil!), must buy new jeans to attire new lifestyle, must buy new glasses before my contacts eat my eyes, must get assistantship certificate, must get graduation certificate, must borrow that book, must see that movie, must maintain pleasant countenance around friends, must remember to breathe occasionally maybe being unemployed wasn't as bad as i imagined it to be? organizer? help? --- we have two columns with corinthian capitals in front of our house (yeah baba has a thing for grandiosity) point is, atop the left column capital, is a bird's nest so this tiny birdy family keeps staring down at me from an uncomfortably close position when i'm on the balcony having my coffee, papa bird's very cute and twitchy but if there's one thing i can't abide by it's courageous fowl just makes me think hitchcock and eye cavities i'm afraid of provoking them though and unwittingly mobilizing the rest of his troops. we just eye each other every morning waiting for a false move. yes. i'm engaging in a cold war with a pigeon. --- my lola (filipino grandma) used to yawn like tarzan. |