Rambling on and on and on and on....

To say that this blog hasn't been updated in a while would be..well, an accurate statement.
So, a recap for all those reading(if any are reading this.)

Hmm, where to begin?
Ok so, first of all, I have left the Philippines. I currently reside in Hong Kong. I had a despedida before I left, which was a blast. My cousin Migs (you may call him..MahabangKwan) was there and most of our barkada. Unfortunately Sonny wasn't able to make it, but it's ok. He had his reasons. And his reasons were good.
Unlike some people out there.
But oops, I'm not gonna drop names.
Anyways, Life here has been pretty weird.
If I haven't properly introduced myself, I won't. 'Cause it takes a while and it's a pretty long story.
Suffice to say, I'm one of those kids who fuck up almost every single day. Let's leave it at that.
So anyway, Life here in Hong Kong is pretty weird. The first thing that freaks me out obviously is the language. It's like everyone is screaming at each other. I know the Cantonese language has its intricacies but, cmon people! Inside voices, USE IT.
Second, the pace of life here is best described as FAST. I mean, seriously fast. Everyone here worth their siomai walks at a pace roughly equivalent to a jog. I'm not even kidding. It's like, everyone has somewhere to go. No idle by-standers, shit even the old people are doing something. And as one of the laziest people I know, this scares me. The only way I could survive walking down the streets of downtown Hong Kong is to walk like I'm going to the bathroom or some shit. It honestly freaks me out.
So, aside from the complexities of the country, what else is new about me?
Well sir and madame, I could go on and on, but I would be lying.
As some dead guy once said, History repeats itself. I got a sweet job bartending at this bar in Discovery Bay. Basically, Discovery Bay is like the UN. 90% of the population is White, mostly Anglo-Saxon. The rest is a hodge-podge of Asian,Black and Filipino. And for a time, It was good.
I went to work, did my best, went home.
Shit, I even got laid here. It was awesome.
But as proven time and again, I will always find a way to fuck things up.
Pretty soon I lost my job, I broke up with my girlfriend, and now I'm languishing at home AGAIN. Putting the cherry on top of this sad,sad predicament is my Mom. It's not that she berrates me without reason, it's the complete opposite actually. She makes sense. Her arguments are rational, and, this what I can't stand the most, SHE ALWAYS SEEMS TO BE RIGHT.
Sigh.
Yeah, I'm living the sweet life now aren't I? (not heard, the miserably sarcastic tone of my voice).
In conclusion to this sad tale are stories from home about my friends. Not only does it depress me to think that I can't hang out with them, I'm hearing stories about some of my closest friends drifting apart. Whether it's by some outside force, or by personal choice, my friends are drifting apart from each other. And that just sucks. Big Time.
As I write this, I come to realize that I've built up my identity on my friends. And that's why I'm so afraid to lose them. Even if I can't stand some of them. I define myself by the people that surround me, and I don't know if that's right or wrong. You tell me.
Anyways, It is disturbing to note that most of the writing I've been doing has been shifting from normal nonsense trying-hard fiction, to stupid frikkin shitty emo shit. Seriously, I may need to kill myself soon before the Emo plague consumes me any further.

What brought about this sudden outburst of teenage angst? Well, I'm turning 19 in 2 weeks. And that really scares the shit out of me. 19, and what do I have to show for it? Again, kind sir and madame, you tell me.

Well, Interesting. I hope that Sonny and MK post more often. It'd be fun to revive this blog.
Anyhoo, as the British are apt in saying, Cheers mate.