Idle Humanity

This is it. I'm at the most dangerous phase of being a bum. I'm actually starting to love my life.

GAAAH!!

For one thing. I always have the feeling that I have dried up myself, but the truth is, my heart is so brimming of things to engage in but not enough things to engage in. It's a terrible feeling. It's like lighting a cigarette and then realizing you have actually lit up the filter.

I don't want to sound to whiny at this point. Because there isn't really much to whine about. There isn't much to whine about because there isn't much anyway. Sometimes I whine about not having much to whine about.

But I'm not to the part where I actually like this bum lifestyle. One of the few drawbacks is the fact the I'm not financially gifted. It's difficult to go out beholding all the commodities laid before me! It's like standing in front of a hot hot naked supermodel and not being able to make it stand up. (the analogy police will get me for this.)

Well, the fun parts? two weekends ago I was at Batangas. It was the most fun I had since a veeery long time. I don't just mean just recently long. I mean long long. That much fun. I also consider the fact that it was not a fun that lasted for a couple of hours only, It the kind of fun that's extended. Like, you get there Saturday morning at three, stay up, get into the fiesta slash parade thing, drink lots of booze, get wet, get home in the afternoon all tanned up(or maybe not tanned up for my case, I'm all browned up like some barbecued pork), chill out at the garden porch thingy, chill out till night, have dinner, sing some Videoke, and then fall asleep at the sofa.

To put it simply? Great food, Groovy people, lovely place, and unlimited booze.

I'd love to dive into the details but seriously, I've written too much already.

I've recently lost appetite in reading in writing. Which scares me a bit because at this point in my writing my heads already whooozing about, yup, that word has three O's on it.

On another note on, I have fallen in love with reggae. yeah. There's something about the music that makes my soul reverbate. The beats don't make you loop around, all you have to do is sway from side to side, close your eyes, and try to comprehend that sweet african-carribean english accent. Dig. The music speaks to your soul, and you feel it.

I also started swimming this past week. Swimming is sweet. I mean, it's wonderful to be in the water, especially in our kind of climate. And another thing, there's something in the wonder that just makes me feel different, it's like being in the womb or getting a snapshot of the evolution phenomenon. There's something about being in the water that I cannot fully articulate, the feeling is simply sublime when I glide through the water. Plus, I'm staying fit. Only this leisure has been cut short by my wallet getting stolen in the shower room at that pool. The details to that are gritty I still cringe at the thought of how it was stolen. And that's why I'm back to lifting weights again.

I see a lot of action, considering my status as a BUM. Like, one night I was at a bar with my friends, having the time of our lives! What we did this time was just drink and eat our time away. We ordered every drink on the menu. When it was time to pay the bill, i drew my credit card out of my wallet and handed it to the waiter.

And then my smile was wiped from my face faster than I wipe my ass.

My credit card was DECLINED.

Good thing we were regulars there, so we made some sort of arrangement that saved our asses.

The scariest part of all my Bumming days? Is that I'm starting to like television. I'm not kidding. I used to abhor the boob tube, the idiot box, or that rectangular device that gives off mind-absorbing radiations. Now, I check out the TV schedules to check out what's good and I know the time slots for my favorite shows! GAAH!

And I'm having one too many thoughts about romance. In all this bum-laden turmoil, midst all this freeloading, I feel exceptionally lonely.

Idle Humanity is the birthplace of many evils. And of world class GRoovin' too!!! oh yeah!

So tomorrow I'm off to Batangas again to eat drink and celebrate with my friends. Well, specifically, RJ with Kim and the rest of her family. so there.