It’s almost night. I’m so bored I wanna git married. I alwez resort to tha idea of gettin’ married in ma mind when tha world pisses me off. I wud be like, Ah ganun ha! Y’all don’t wana bend to ma wishes? Bahala kayo! I’ll elope & git married to ___ [sum1 I know who has lotsa cash] or if not, I will marry ma’self to any random rich man I cud find, however horrendously ugly. Insteda suicidal thoughts, I git marriage thoughts wen am angry/depress’d. Why not have everything while havin nuthing? And now, am so terribly bored am actin angry/depress’d. Hay. Yea D., money is indeed tha answer to 80% of tha world’s problems.

I miss thangs.  

Like ma pc whose endless “Rescued Document” files & otha thangs I’ve deleted to keep tha remaining free disk space @ 2GB.

Ma framed photo of Hua Ze Lei on ma desk.
Ma desk & tha spiders on it.
Ma hand-me-down printer from Manel which prints unevenly unless you hold tha paper in place.

Ma balloon. [tha one they placed on ma tower of cubes when they lunch’d out & I mis’d a day of work]

Tha "tape recorder"
Ma newly discover’d desktop game @ ma pc wherein amidst a big sea, Dogbert slingshots people onto islands, mountains, planes, submarines, etc.

Checkin on tha boss' daily planner to see if he has plans of stayin in tha O
Turnin’ on tha radio when tha boss is out.
Hurryin’ to tha one & only Internet-connected pc in tha O “ “ “ “ “.
Havin’a mini picnic of pancit canton/Mr. Chips/doughnuts “ “ “ “ “.
Takin’ mini trips to tha mall “ “ “ “ “.
Goin’ to work early on Thursdays.

Seein’ one of Ate Emy’s gazillion cats approach outta tha corner f ma eye & mistakin em fo’ people.
Hearin tha word “tarpaulin”.
Same goes for “Ta-waaagan mo”.
Tha clang of tha petty cash [box] bein open’d & clos’d.
Tha jangle of BZ’s car keys [much like tha sound of pots & pans to a dog’s ears].
 
And these thangs ‘bout these peepz:

Manel’s laugh, charger, & her gazillion credit card callers.
Tha rubbing alcohol & coffee sachets JP provides.

Elmer’s pretend-drunk way of talkin’ & his efforts @ misspellin ma name [‘Shyne’ insteda ‘Shayn’] -as I hate peepz who spell ma name tha right boring way.
Daren’s altruistic grantin’ of favors to every’un & his unusual bits of knowledge on health & otha things.

Paul’s antipatiko quips.
Mang C’s chitchat.
BZ’s pasalubongs from his trips.
 
...And tha balm that soothed ma unemployment-ness:
Printing 20 sets of resumé courtesy of Manel’s printer. [mine only does black&white]
Bein’ treated to Yellow Cab pizza on ma last day courtesy of Paul who took time to visit.
Gettin’ ma 15 downloaded songs burn’d on a CD courtesy of Daren.
JP’s temptin’ offer fo’ me to take anythang I fancied in tha O minutes before leavin. [tha wall art décor was too big to fit in ma paper bag]
Elmer’s talk of how happy a vacation is tha day tha two of us were sent on field.
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Will they miss ma “not-there-but-there” presence?