» Menthol-Guy

Early morning, I woke up.

I’m halfway finished watching the movie entitled “Gone” when a number of my High School classmates convinced me (through the frequent message alerts of my cellphone) to attend a debut of someone. They called me to “attend”, or rather, have a “chit-chat” with me while they look so defeated with their gowns donned and them pretending to look interested with all the eighteen shits again. Since the resort is seventy-seven pedals away from our house, I stormed through the gates of the pavilion with my bike without even having an invitation. Isn’t just nice to gatecrash for once in your life?

All I had were two drags of cigarette sticks, a pail of sweat trickling its own root-like ways, and inconvenience. The chit-chats were the blah-blahs of High School, but that’s it. I even refused to go inside the pavilion (even if that someone’s a classmate way back my freshman year) and decided to hurry on going my way towards home.

But the movie is gone and a short documentary about Brad Pitt’s films are aired on Cinemax.

I tried to search for the schedule and it turned out that “Gone” - for once and maybe for the last time - will be aired on the next day (Sunday) at 5 AM. The previous night’s boozefest altered my body clock and I slept at 4 AM (Sunday), one hour away from the movie.

My devotion to this movie (which is obviously showing) made me set two alarm clocks to work.

And regrettably, as what the title says, I am so lucky that I woke up at eight. And I have a scheduled get-together with my orgmates at NINE AM - and the meeting place is an hour away from our house. I toasted strips of bacon, went to shower, fixed my bag and put my clothes on me within twenty-five minutes (it’s part of my defense mechanism to tell you that my time for SHOWER took most of the time, LOL).

I’m so fuckin’ lucky.

I couldn’t imagine that even two alarm clocks can’t just wake me up!

I’ve been cleaning up my ears ever since I learned how to use cotton buds and the fact that I’m really determined to watch the movie pisses me off.

Now I shut up my mouth and sort-of wished that “Gone” would be aired next week and hope that my determination pays off (I’d rather move my High School reunion this Tuesday just to watch the movie, you see).

And that my diet’s working. The diet’ll be narrated on my next post.