Sabado, Hulyo 30, 2011

C.R muna ako

"C.R muna ako", the familiar statement when one is bored, almost bored or in the verge of being thrown into the abyss of boredom, when being caught by a bunch of serial killers, who inject boredom serum straight into one’s nose. Going to comfort rooms is just one good way of killing the time while experiencing the arthritis of boredom. 

Aside from boredom, one can invoke the cr-muna-ako line if, let us say, your crush is coming or will be joining the group few minutes later. This is especially true for most women or for some men too. Oh Yeah, men are also entitled to such free ticket trip to restrooms and make some body metamorphosis (Red one! Green Two! Blue Three! Yellow Four! Pink Five! Bioman!).

Another reason why one starts to get a little help from our hospitable four-cornered shabby restroom, is to conceal drunkenness (someone is already target-locked!). 

True enough, if one is starting to speak in tongues, beginning to see "dead people" and talk to them, dance with some walking hormones and harangue about the emotional break up with his girlfriend, or analyze the economic depression of 1997, or rant about why the 7-tonner rice costs 35 pesos/kilo. If these symptoms persist, call the janitor. 

One would rush to the restroom of the partyphile, not to rest, but to put up a fight against his poor friend turned defenseless enemy- Sgt. Lavatory, and declare World War Three. 

After the gruesome war, the restroom will become a 21st century blitzkrieg, and the loser will eventually be reputed as the laughingstock of the assembly of the wasted. 

Oh well, whatever may be the reason of everyone, at the end of the day, it is really great to appreciate life, to celebrate it and to seize any given moment. Carpe Diem!  

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