THE TWO HIGHLIGHTS OF THE DAY

Friday the 13th of July 2007. It would have been just another day.  Then I noticed two things.  Either life surprises me or I surprise myself with these things.  These signs,  these signa ls, those symbols. Apparitions!  only the last ones are  of real form and not ghostly. I also put them there myself, kindda.   So I turned a new chapter in my life today, the day I am referring to here.  The apparitions came to me in two forms.  Some phantom-like-blogalale-o-abstract-funky apparitions, in two forms, baby. Yup, and begat the here now blogging interest.

Here’s how it happened.  When I arrived home from work today I got online straight away to check my messages. The one message I’ve been looking forward to the whole day was there.  I Tapdance. So that was highlight # 1.

Then I noticed — somewhere between changing my sweat- soaked cycling jersey (ride to & from work today), munching on a three-day old slice of pizza (nuked, of course), recharging my Ipod, and looking for my boxers — that i have already accumulated so much laundry.  Socks, jeans, shorts tanks, uniforms, boxer shorts, more socks, bedsheets, pillow sheets, etc. Just nasty stinky, yucky, laundry. I police up the filth and head downstairs to the washing machine.  I stuff them dirty clothes in there and waited. I  don’t know what for but I’m still standing there,  hanging around. Then it happened. Man, either i’m getting old-er and senile or in dire need of psychiatric attention,  but i started talking to the washing machine. I mean seriously talking to the damn thing.   Can’t remember what it said to me now if it said anything at all but I remember some of the things I said to it.  This,  highlight #2.

“I see dumb people” (sixth sense!) including moments when i see myself as one, but not all the time, just some times.  Today I’m cool, as in totally receptive. A bit of  brain and pschoteenyweeniechunk of analysis later, THE  idea is born.  Since I started reading blogs, as in from my experiences reading my friend’s blog (just two nights ago) and my conversation with my washing machine late this afternoon I reckon, why not,  a blog of  my own for an antirely diffrent and amusing experience? Hell I am already amused as of this “blog time”. Anyway the conversation I had with my washing machine was actually about that email message I read and all that stuff. Yeah, that one.  

 So there, writing and blogging away as though I’m conversing with my washing machine.  Definitely better than talking to myself. I’m kind of totally blown away by it actually.  I like it. The kind of theme that represents what’s going on here, or something like that. That said, I hope you enjoy your visit here. Ciao manong!