I left my colleagues at 6 PM in a videoke bar along Ayala Avenue. I guess I wasn't really interested about the after office hour talks. I'd like to leave my job just as it should be after stepping out of the building. That's my rule. I maintain a certain level of spontaneity, it's how I get through my daily usual and worn-out routines. Besides I was the only person sipping 4 (I think 5) cans of coke for 3 forsaking hours while everybody drank themselves into a stupor. I never had any history of alcohol madness, I am just not into it.

    I waited 10-15 minutes for a cab. When I got in, I told the driver "Tiendesitas, Manong." He responded, "Sa Pasig?" Oh, yeah... Where could it be you middle aged punk? I just nodded, I avoided sarcasm, successfully kept my mouth shut. I was thinking hours to waste on the road. Friday can either be horrible or fun. It is proven that traffic has 1000 ways to make your day a living hell. You get all sorts of shit in EDSA during rush hours. Anyway, I was seated at the back as per usual. I leaned comfortably and napped for 15-20 minutes. You see, I was awakened by the cab drivers' CD Player. Oh, hell... [i]Ang malas nga naman.[/i]

    EMINEM, A.K.A. SLIM SHADY, A.K.A MARSHALL MATHERS, is a big red cussword scrawled across the white picket fences of America the Beautiful. He is a foul-mouthed, disrespectful, woman-hating, gay-baiting piece of white trash who has stolen the music of the black man and gotten rich off it. He raps about killing his ex-wife. He calls his mother a bitch and his father a faggot, and that's when he's being charitable. He has managed to piss off just about every well-meaning set of people in the United States.

    Of course, this is my opinion. Some may agree while others may not. I just hate the idea of hearing his music (if it is)... Cab driver was obviously in the mood for it. Hip Hop si Manong. I felt old for a few seconds. I waited for him to inhale, tapped his shoulders and politely asked him to minimize the volume or at least with audible decency. He looked at me with irritation. I don't care, I was paying to drive not to bother me. He did after giving me a "look." Excellent, he knows good business.  This is what I call simplified term of kissing people's A, it's a basic survival skill. The world is not about you, it's about SURVIVAL.

    When I got to Tiendesitas, I was relieved. The smell of food was hitting me. I forgot to eat lunch, my break schedule was ridiculous. I have been skipping meals for 2 months. That's what call center employees get, technically unscheduled breaks but valid scheds based on shift. I started walking like nobody was waiting. I saw Tatay with my 2-year old nephew, Kurt. They were smiling at me, it felt good, I must admit. The sight of my family makes my day. It makes sense, no matter how grueling I go through each day, I know it's worth it. :)

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