Wanted for Immediate Hiring: Tintin's muse
My muse, my muse, come here and save me please.
Thing is, I can't write here in the office. It's too cold, too many people tick-tacking on their keyboards, too many phones ringing at the same time, I just can't, can't write.
Too many excuses.
I can see from between slats of the "tora-tora propellers"/blinds of my window: blue-gray sky, trees (yes, there are trees in my view) swaying. I want to go out. I want to go to the Sunken Garden like I always did whenever I needed to think, back when I was in grad school and stayed in Ayala Heights.
My deadline is tomorrow. It's a video documentary script. I already have one but I have to overhaul it.
I think I'll go for a smoke.And coffee.Free office coffee.
Tintin Manang Driver
What if I got a professional driver's license and drive my own taxi?
The manong driver I talked to yesterday said the "boundary" is PhP1,500. He earns 800 or more on good days. 800 the least. That's, uhm, more than 20k right?
But I'll buy a pepper spray first (for would-be hold-uppers), a map,a car charger, and those dogs whose heads bob up and down.
Gahhhd. Kailangan ko nang magsulaaaaat.
4 Comments:
my virgin calesa ride was in dumaguete.
now, where is that muse? *checking under my bed* =)
2:38 PM
hey! sa bahay namin masarap mag blog. may puter sa room. tahimik dun 'cept when i watch tv... hehehe...
8:40 AM
lefthanded: nyahahaha! brilliant! just brilliant :)
sammie & kid: soon
3:59 PM
that was me, gary :) --tintin
4:00 PM
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