It seems that spending 4 hours in the bathroom re-reading the tales of Morpheus of the Endless, consuming half a pack of Dunhill Frost, Chai tea and Butsi while listening to Air Supply songs wasn’t a very effective way of dealing with Depression..

Cigarettes and tea simply don’t mix.

Eating Butsi while sitting on a toilet is just weird.

Air Supply only made it worse.

And I’ve OBVIOUSLY chosen the wrong comic to read. I should have remembered that the King of Dreams is a huge emo kid when it comes to break-ups..

Well, that helped. Not!

Not to mention that it took 30mins for me to feel my arse again.

Oh well.

I went to my Grandmother’s house(mother’s side) today, it’s her *note to self: ask her age*th birthday today. I instinctively saved room in my stomach that day, for every visit to her house means eating her wonderful Mechado. I recently realized that I have two favorite dishes: Grandmother’s mechado and Grandmother’s mechado; both of them are my favorite. For years, Mummy tried to emulate her mom’s Mechado, each attempt would be disastrous.

A few years ago however, she ALMOST managed to get the proper taste of her Mother-in-law’s Mechado. It’s almost perfect, but still nothing like the original. It will have to do. Daddykin’s mother is currently in New York, and I am about to embark to the land of sands and no pork(Bacon;_;), thus will not able to see both of my grandmothers for quite a long time. I am also quite relieved that it is pork and NOT beef that is considered dirty in the place we’re migrating to. For life without beef is a life not worth living.

With no more room for any more food in my tummy, I went to my usual corner of the house and sat on the couch. Reading this week’s stash while contemplating whether or not to eat the Mango Crepe and Tea that my aunt gave me. After a satisying read, I cursed/praised the usual people I love and love to hate and moved on to re-read Alan Moore’s Watchmen. I had read one issue per day, as my comrades had told me; it’s surprisingly much more enjoyable this way than to marathon them in one sitting. But I haven’t even read a line when my eyes suddenly became heavy. I countered it with Wolfgang and Razorback songs on full volume. It did nothing. Siesta hits me, it hits me hard. RJ dreams.

I thought I’d dream about what I just read. About Dr. Johnathan Crane aka The Scarecrow finally being recruited to the Sinestro Corp, about the stupidity that is the Alpha Lanterns, or about Teth Adam’s new magic word to transform into Black Adam: Chocolate Egg Cream.(I can see it now, CHOCOLATE EGG CREAM! KRAKOOOOOM! *destroys Metropolis*.) But it was none of those.

Best. Catchphrase. Ever.

It started simple enough, t’was another night and I’m having my nth despedida. As usual, it was poorly planned out. Or rather, not planned at all. “Hay u, meet us here ASAP!”. Almost every friend I had showed up. From my blockmates, orgmates, batchmates, upper batchmates, ex-mates, highschol friends, gradeschool friends, girlschool friends, summer campers, church superiors and underlings, Netopians, Dota Strategy mods and admin, ex-guildmates, even that Malaysian dude and his hot sister from the Yamaha thing in the 5th grade came.

And there she was. She was standing there, alone. She did not speak, neither did I. I knew exactly what was going on.. It was time for our relationship to end. Right then and there, I felt the presence of six of the Endless. Desire was first, she/he knew this relationship would turn out this way; even I knew that, I need not Destiny’s book to foretell our relationship’s future. Delirium was, of course, a already given; my brain being BROKEN and all that. As for the manly Destruction? I stepped on my brother’s toy car, that counts..I think. And of course, Despair. Absolute Despair, even greater than that of the Anti-Spirals. In that brief moment, the moment I saw her eyes, I felt it.

That helped too. Not!

What about Dream, you ask? This all happened in the Dreaming, the realm Lord Morpheus, did it not? (Yes, I’m also doing this to get more hits from google searches…shut up!)

I woke up to the sound of my whining brother, it is already evening. I kissed my granny and went home just in time to not watch Zaido(Grrr!).

My apologies, Lady Death. I wasn’t that depressed.

 

You’re still HOT though. I am SO getting your bookend.

True enough, we ended our relationship a few mins after midnight on the first of Febuary, 31 days after entering it. I saw it in her eyes, that she cares for me still, but we both knew what had to be done. We ended it in a good note, and remained in good terms with each other, probably more. And all was well.

Of course, I wouldn’t be officially single if I didn’t do this task:

Edit my friendster status.

PS. My flight is on the 6th, 3am. And to those who still insist that I should treat them:

PSPS. Also, screw spelling and proofreading. I’m single again! Yes, that’s a valid excuse!

PSPSPS. Neil Gaiman is HOT. (Google hits!)

PSPSPSPS. Note to self: Avoid gay tendencies.