The Loneliest Person I know

...is thankfully not me. I’m not egocentric enough to claim the title. It still belongs to someone out there, someone who’s far more worthy, somehow.

I’m not sure if anyone follows my evident lack of social life (or what I actually reckon as social activities) for 6 whole weeks. Heck I’m sure nobody give a tinker’s dam of my whereabouts, whatabouts and other abouts for it is always I who ends up asking everyone how-are-you-what-have-you-been-up-to-i-miss-you-did-you-ever-miss-me kinda line. In a nutshell, I am bored and lonesome. Again.

For the record, there’re only two activities I’ve done with some friends that I could count as social interaction in the span of 6 weeks:

1) Watching Virgin Labfest 4 plays at CCP with Ed and Tbud: and
2) DVD-marathon at Juraine’s place (with Kimi) that more likely turned out as surfing marathon. Haha.

And I am utterly grateful for breaking the humdrum of my so-called life.

So where am I all these time? E di at work, working overtime, abusing my eyes and right hand (and I guess damaging my carpal tunnel in the process too) for some measly dinero I need to save up before September. I’ve let go of a Tapulao climb because of that and I suppose other more relatively-expensive mountain stuff. I walk home alone everyday, bobbing my head to my life-support music thus sometimes attracting odd glances from here and there, smiling with security guards I passed by everyday. Kulang na lang I shout "good morning" to all those construction workers I see too but that would be too much drama na and I don’t want to push it. Just showing a clear picture of my eventful days for those who would want to have an idea.

Alas, it still brings me wonder that I am able to find ways to entertain myself in such a muted and mind you, cheap fashion. Of course I have no choice but to be cheapskate. All the laziness I’ve felt a few weeks ago with regards to writing, reading and watching free films have come back. I’ve picked up Elmore Leonard again (yipeee!) but mostly it was Lance Armstrong’s fault. Yes. The Lance "Tour de France 7th consecutive winner" Armstrong. See I bought his It’s Not About the Bike book in (where else) Booksale and wooosh, never stopped reading. Even made me madly addicted to everything Tour-de-France: maillot jaune, maillot vert, peloton, l’Alpe d’Huez, CUI, Tour d’Italia, EPO, Eddy Merckkx, Ivan Basso, Greg LeMond, Giro, dingy inns, Team Time Trial, Prologue, etc.. But hey, I’m still learning. Still have a lot to read and watch about the sport. Funny how it coincided pa with this year’s Tour. As of today they’re probably on Stage 7 there. Stefan Schumacher leads, wearing the maillot jaune. I really admire the talent, stamina, endurance and extreme will power of these athletes plus their quirky and unwritten code of ethics while on the road.Basta, I will probably write a more elaborate piece on this as soon as inspiration kicks back.

All I can say is, halimaw si Lance. Even though early on the book he already strike me as mayabang and vain (which he openly admits). But seriously, with all he’s been through (chemotheraphy for his testicular cancer, brain lesions operation and SEVEN maillot jaune), the guy deserved it. At least he knows who to thank at the end of each race (his team mates of course, without which there could never be a yellow jersey on his back). Oh if you wanna see pala some evidence of European’s total dislike to American Lance, everything’s in youtube nowadays. Don’t miss "Lance Armstrong attacks Jan Ullrich". Ay grabe, give me some of your thoughts and we’ll discuss it hehe.

Okay. So much for digression. I guess, I owe it to Lance somehow no matter how indirectly it seems cos at least I’m picking up books now, made me write this entry and I guess, for not making me the loneliest person out here.