where the f is the silver lining?

I love a good silver lining but I can’t find one at the moment. Contrary to what a lot of you may think, I’m actually pretty positive considering how hilariously bad I run at ‘life’.

But the last few weeks have broken me. If I was playing Wimbledon right now, I’d just conceed every point. I wouldn’t even bother challenging the calls. Speaking of tennis, I can’t even watch Wimbledon because I can’t get anyone to come connect my cable, no matter how much I offer to pay them - Manila is like that most of the time.

I’m pretty OCD so I’m having trouble catching up on mountains of work as my entire apartment looks something like how I imagine Beirut looks like, but without the cute Lebanese girls to make it bearable.

My maid claimed her mother died so I had to send her home for the funeral for a week. Her ship was stalled for a few days due to the typhoon, and she called me to let me know she arrived at her village on the day she was *supposed* to be back here, so now she won’t be back for a long time.

She sounded too nervous and not really sad enough when telling me her mother died, but you can’t really call off bluffs on things like deaths of close relatives. You just have to conceed the point. gg. wp. She’s a maid, not a Hollywood actress, so I can’t be too critical of her performance.

She also sounded way too happy calling from her village to say she’d arrived, and I was about to call shenanigans on this whole funeral business, but I had to consider the possibility that the ’ship’ she was on looked something like this one below and that maybe she was just happy to survive the typhoon and be alive.

If her mother did pass away, of course that is very sad. And very inconsiderate (perhaps even somewhat selfish) in terms of timing. Timing is everything in these things, and when she returns sometime in 2009, I will be gently requesting that future funerals be timed a little better.

But I’ll survive. I always seem to. Don’t cry for me, Australia. Things can only improve from this point, well…from the point in about half an hour when I have to buy my own toilet paper. I’ve pretty much hit rock bottom.

sigh. I have to leave you now dear Blog Friends to go buy the aforementioned toilet paper and also get some new towels because I don’t know how to work the washing machine and dryer. Life can be really ghey sometimes. But what can you do…

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4 Responses to “where the f is the silver lining?”

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1. I don’t know why you bothered to go through the rigmorale of finding a new place in Manila? Just make a snap decision to move internationally, you’ve got experience doing that

   Comment by LaLa — June 27, 2008 @ 3:44 pm

2. Every time I move, I die a little bit inside. International moves kill your soul. If you make an international move, you feel a lot like a ginga for a few years.

   Comment by Jonny Vincent — June 27, 2008 @ 8:00 pm

3. Come back to Australia dude.

   Comment by Marks Pis — June 28, 2008 @ 12:02 am

4. I believe the silver lining is emanating from Kerr’s knickers.

   Comment by dude — June 29, 2008 @ 8:29 pm

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