We were sent home early today. Because of the flood. I don't know who sent us home at 2:00 o'clock, but I didn't care. Glad to be out of the office as early as possible as I had nothing to do the whole day there. At least, for today. I had one scheduled hearing this morning but I cancelled and reset the same. There was no proof of notice to the plaintiff's counsel. It's an old civil case. Something about land somewhere. I didn't pay too much attention.
Last night I drank solo. Three bottles of San Mig Premium. But the thing is, as much as I love drinking that brew, it tasted different last night. The taste was somewhat more bitter. Perhaps it's because I was drinking alone. No fuckin' wild-ass revelry while I take in my brew. Match it with the goddam annoying drizzle outside. The Japs say that sake tastes different depending on who drinks it and the emotional and spiritual well-being of the drinker. Sake changes taste too when the Sakura (cherry blossom) is in bloom. But perhaps the real reason my beer tasted a bit bitter last night was because it was not too cold. A lukewarm beer for a lukewarm day. I miss my lovely wife and handsome kid. I wish it was Friday already.
I miss my friends too. Not in the gay or sentimental sort of way (sheez), but I miss those fuckin' knuckle-heads. Mandy and his mafia stories. Ato and his own adventures. Jonel and the fuckin' NPA shit he denies being involved with. Pareng Jeremy, who's like a brother to me. Damn, where in Satan's toe-nails are you people? These days, I often share my drinks with motherfuckin' old folks (trans: old lawyers) who think they know everything about anything. Sometimes it's fun, as I enjoy the entertainment of a braggart running his mouth off, but sometimes it gets to you, like Pacquiao says, you know?
Speakin' of Pacquiao, while on the drive to work the other day, I heard the funniest thing coming out of his light-welterweight-champion-of-the-world-pound-for-pound-the-best-fighter-in-the-world mouth. Manny was being interviewed by Mike Enriquez at DZBB (594 AM) and it went something like this:
Mike Enriquez: "Manny, marami na bang nag-iimbita sa'yo dito sa Pililipinas...sa mga piyesta-piyesta, sa mga iba't-ibang okasyon...pupuntahan mo ba ang mga 'yon, Manny?"
Manny Pacquiao: "Responsibilidad natin yan, Mike. You know, with great power, comes great ponsibility." Failing to quote Spider-Man successfully.
Mike: "Ano 'yun, Manny, with great, ano? Paki-ulit nga Manny, para sa mga nakikinig sa programa natin..."
Manny: "With great power, comes great ponsibility....res...responsibility." The champ finally realized, but it's too late, he was live on air.
Funny shit likes this gets me through the daily grind.
